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He asked, "What did he buy the last time?"
One of the Undead clerks replied, "He bought two sets of beast-type White Bones and one set of human White Bones."
"Interesting!" Bequil's gaze followed the direction the three had left.
After leaving the Undead shop, Fang Hao and his companions continued to stroll around the Trade Alliance for a while.
Seeing there wasn't much else to gain, they could only return to the city.
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Afternoon.
Gray Iron City.
The shooting range outside the research institute.
Fang Hao looked at the revolver in his hand and nodded slightly.
Under his constant pressure, the research institute of the Dwarves had finally completed the revolver today.
The revolver in his hand, however, was somewhat different from the revolvers commonly seen on television.
It had a wooden grip and an elongated barrel.
The length of the barrel was about 25 centimeters—Fang Hao found it a bit inconvenient holding such a long barrel in his hand.