"To hope that these old Earth-era guns, and traps that probably couldn't even hold a wild dog, could capture the second-ranked top ten evil beings, I can only say your ideals are plump, but reality is too skinny," Bai Zhongqi shook his head at Lan Xue.
Lan Xue, pulling on Bai Zhongqi's arm, coaxed, "Uncle, you can't say that. Although the equipment is simple, you're a formidable Star Warrior, after all. Plus, you're like Doraemon, with no end of good stuff in your pockets, just flashing a bit of it could probably set this planet ablaze."
Bai Zhongqi nodded, "What you say is not without truth."
Lan Xue's face was covered in smiles, but in her heart, she retorted, "This uncle is truly more shameless at boasting than me. Even though the Golden Great Sail Ship is impressive, could it really destroy this planet in one go?"
