"Sir, your remarks are a bit nitpicky," the beauty receptionist said, her voice cold and full of irony. "In the words of our country, you're 'picking bones out of an egg,' creating trouble out of nothing. Please tell me, which gun is perfect? How much is a Barrett, and how much is ours? Can't you make a comparison? Besides, weapons are tools for soldiers to kill enemies, a second life, not the primary one. Ultimately, it's personal ability that wins battles, not the weaponry. This idea of 'weapon supremacy' means you'd only die faster on the battlefield. Everyone, is this not true?" she said, turning her head away with dissatisfaction. The room was charged with tension.
Luo Zheng, who had originally planned to leave, stopped when he saw the Black Man's intention to cause a scene. He moved forward, and the beauty receptionist's righteous lecture made the Black Man's face even uglier. Seeing that there was drama to watch, the crowd stayed, egging them on, relishing the chaos.