121A Cork Street, Winchester Law Firm.
The firm had been officially open for almost a week. Although the scene was still chaotic upon pushing the door open, to some extent, the place had started to develop a certain atmosphere.
Lorenzo got up early in the morning, still in his familiar outfit, and a row of weapons was laid out on the wooden table in front of him.
Nail Sword, Armor-Piercing Hammer, Winchester, Hook Gun, Lacquered Antimony Flying Knife, and various types of ammunition—these were all deadly weapons, piled together, occupying the entire wooden table before him.
However, this time Lorenzo didn't have to struggle to hide them one by one under his clothes. Honestly, that feeling was really uncomfortable. To accommodate these, Lorenzo had even customized a weapon belt for himself before, allowing him to hang weapons under his coat. But even so, when he ran, he still felt poked by these sharp weapons.
