If even she, the third-ranked woman, couldn't dodge the bullets from Zhu Yunwen's hand, then there's probably no one in the world who could pose any threat to Zhu Yunwen, who was holding a pistol.

Zhu Yunwen was extremely grateful for the pistol he had made; it was definitely the wisest choice he had made since his transmigration.

With this, one can walk sideways in this era without fear.

Zhao Qingzhu stepped forward, touched Zhu Yuntong's pistol, and said to Zhu Yuntong:

"With this, you won't be afraid at all, let alone competing with those so-called experts from the Eastern Island. You could even storm into the Eastern Island by yourself."

Zhu Yuntong nodded, then handed the pistol in his hand to Zhao Qingzhu and said:

"This is for you!"

Zhao Qingzhu froze instantly, staring at Zhu Yunwen in shock as she said:

"For me?"

Zhu Yunwen nodded and said:

“That’s right, I have three. I’ll give you one. When facing danger, you won’t have to resort to violence every time. As a pretty girl, sometimes using a gun is more elegant than using your hands.”

Although Zhao Qingzhu felt that her martial arts skills were very high, she probably didn't need something as powerful as a pistol to help her.

But it was a gift from Zhu Yunwen, and she really couldn't find any reason to refuse it.

So he happily put it away.

Then Zhu Yuntong gave Zhao Qingzhu dozens of bullets, told her how to load the bullets into the cylinder of the pistol, and taught her how to use the pistol.

After being taught a few times, Zhao Qingzhu was able to aim very accurately and fire precisely at distant targets.

She unconsciously revealed a sweet smile, as if she had received something fun.

Zhu Yunwen looked at Zhao Qingzhu with some enjoyment. He thought the girl was indeed exceptionally cute. Meeting a woman like Zhao Qingzhu in this world was a kind of luck for Zhu Yunwen.

A few days after the pistol was made, the highly anticipated competition between the Ming Dynasty and the Eastern Island Kingdom finally arrived.