The more Demo Did spoke, the smugger he got. "Are you kidding me? The walking tractor the Boss sold me is powered by a miniaturized WS-15 aircraft engine!"

No matter how amazing Lamborghini was at building supercars, they could never produce an engine like that!

As Fang Chenyi got into the car, he looked around the gloriously golden interior of the Lamborghini van and couldn’t help but marvel. ’Do people around here have a thing for all this glittery gold stuff?’

Since arriving, Fang Chenyi had noticed that everything, from Demo Did’s car to the hotel building, was decorated in dazzling gold.

Once Demo Did finished bragging and finally quieted down, Fang Chenyi changed the subject.

"By the way, Old Di, let me ask you something. Are guns legal here?"

Demo Did froze for a second, then burst out laughing. He reached over, opened the front armrest compartment, and pulled out a glittering gold handgun. He flipped it around, resting the muzzle in his own palm, and offered the grip to Fang Chenyi.

"Here, as long as you have our citizenship, you can buy these. Not only that, our family’s mine has its own armed forces."

The instant they saw the handgun, Qi Xiaotian and Liu Yishou, who were beside Fang Chenyi, immediately tensed. Their eyes were glued to the hand holding the weapon, and they were poised like two cheetahs ready to unleash a devastating strike at a moment’s notice.

Everyone in the car, including Demo Did, felt an indescribable sense of pressure from the change in the two men.

Fang Chenyi smiled and shook his head at his two companions, signaling them to relax. He then reached out and took the golden Desert Eagle.

"Heh, a solid gold Desert Eagle. I used to see these all the time in those old gangster novels."

Feeling the heavy weight in his hand and looking at the glittering gold design, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but think of the book he read in school, *How the Villain Was Made*.

He remembered seeing something just like this in that book.

He had to admit, the gun had a great feel to it. It was also quite large, giving Fang Chenyi the impression that *this* was a real man’s handgun.

’The only thing I don’t like is the color. Taking a perfectly good handgun and making it so gaudy... what a waste.’

Seeing that the gun was now in Fang Chenyi’s hands, the explosive tension emanating from Qi Xiaotian and Liu Yishou finally eased, but they didn’t relax completely. They remained on high alert.

Demo Did, meanwhile, was utterly shocked. He had always known the two men by Fang Chenyi’s side were capable, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized he had still underestimated them.

His gaze toward the two men was suddenly filled with longing—a deep craving for talent. ’If my mine’s security team had men this capable, it would be perfect.’

’And my own men... they look big and tough, but in terms of pure presence, they aren’t even in the same league.’

Of course, Demo Did knew his envy was pointless. There was no way they would ever come to work for him.

Hearing Fang Chenyi speak, Demo Did snapped out of his reverie and replied with a smile.

"Haha, all the metal parts of this handgun are 98.73% pure gold. Of course, the remaining one-plus percent is a special material mixed in to increase hardness and extend the firearm’s service life. Of course, firing this gun comes at a price. Every shot wears away about one gram of gold."

Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but curse inwardly. ’What a spendthrift. Isn’t a regular gun good enough? He just had to use gold. Five or six hundred a shot... that’s just insane.’

Of course, Fang Chenyi also knew this guy’s family was swimming in oil money. An amount this small was something he wouldn’t even bother to pick up if he dropped it on the ground.

After playing with it for a while, Fang Chenyi grew quite fond of it. He remembered he also had a handgun in his bag, though he didn’t know the exact model.

At that thought, Fang Chenyi casually handed the pistol back to Demo Did.

Seeing this, Demo Did said with a smile,

"Boss, I can see how much you like it. The gun is yours."

But Fang Chenyi shook his head, smiling as he spoke while reaching to open his own bag.

"Heh, forget it. Five or six hundred a shot... I’m not a spendthrift like you. By the way, I have one too. Take a look and tell me what you think of its performance."

As he finished speaking, Fang Chenyi had already reached into his bag and pulled something out.

When they got a clear look at the object in Fang Chenyi’s hand, everyone was stunned. Qi Xiaotian and Liu Yishou, in particular, had no idea when their boss had acquired a silver-white handgun.

Their gazes shifted to the leather bag Fang Chenyi had just pulled the gun from. It was just the right size for a handgun. ’So he’s been carrying a pistol in there this whole time.’

Moreover, with a single glance, both men identified the weapon. It was an Italian Beretta 92F. Developed by the Beretta company of Italy in 1985, it fired 9mm Parabellum rounds, measured 217 millimeters in length, weighed 0.96 kilograms empty, had a muzzle velocity of 333.7 m/s, and an effective range of 50 meters.