Dante couldn't call himself a connoisseur, but he certainly knows his guns more than well. He was capable of figuring out the type of fire arm just from the sound they make while reloading, and for handguns, he could tell the exact model from the click they make when the slide makes when reloading.
Most of his underlings used either a fourth-generation Forest Eagle or a 2070 Nail Clipper, both of which were versatile and easy to carry.
When he heard the sound they made, he didn't bother to turn around. Everyone knew how foolish it was to aim a gun at him, and from the looks of it, the stranger was as well.
"Are you sure about this?"
Entirely unperturbed, Dante picked up his fork and took another bite of his food.
"That should be my question." The stranger chuckled. "You are their boss, after all."
