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"Fuck, my wrist... almost dislocated it!" Huang Xiaobo clutched his wrist, his face turned pale from pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "This damn bitch's breeding, it's killing me."
"How did this happen?" a gang member asked.
"The recoil was too strong," another gang member explained. "Big brother just fired with one hand. Maybe if you used both hands, this wouldn't have happened. After all, we're not trained police or soldiers. An ordinary person's hands can't handle the recoil of this gun."
"How would you know?" Huang Xiaobo asked.
"I often follow the Militarist Forum," the gang member replied with a smirk. "There's some information about firearms there. It's pretty reliable."
"Motherfucker, why didn't you say so earlier?" Huang Xiaobo cursingly said.
"I…" The gang member looked at him awkwardly.