My sister is Luna

The girl ran frantically down the street, pursued closely by several menacing-looking men.

"Help!" the girl kept shouting.

But the people walking around remained unmoved. They seemed hesitant, wondering whether or not to save the girl. Those thugs didn't look like good guys; they were carrying weapons.

"Ah!" the girl cried out as she tripped over a stone and could only close her eyes and wait for the pain to come.

What came was not pain, but a gentle voice:

"Miss, are you okay?"

The girl opened her eyes and was greeted by a handsome face. Beneath the dazzling blond hair were deep and captivating blue eyes, and the girl's heart skipped a beat.

"Please, please save me! They're trying to take me!" the girl cried frantically as she threw herself into the young man's arms.

"Hey, isn't that Marco Polo, the young master of the Matteo Polo family? Looks like the girl is saved." The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rest assured, beautiful lady." Marco Polo smiled calmly, exuding elegance.

“Hey, a bunch of grown men chasing after a young girl isn’t gentlemanly behavior. I hope you’ll leave now and reflect on your bad behavior.” As he spoke, Marco Polo drew his peculiar twin pistols from his waist.

This was painstakingly created using the secret technology of Akomiya, a combination of magic and machinery. Although it wasn't perfect, the ammunition was generated by converting solar energy through special mechanisms in the gun with magical patterns. In other words, solar energy was the main component of the ammunition. As long as it was exposed to the sun, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it had an unlimited supply of bullets.

The thugs stopped, and one of them, who seemed to be the leader, said, "Sir, we hope you can hand her over to us. Her father owes us a large debt, and we don't know where he's hiding. We need this lady to help us. It would be good for both of us."

“I think you want to use her to pay off her father’s debts. The ladies and gentlemen watching here must know the consequences if this young lady goes with them, so I will not agree to it,” Marco Polo said, looking at the onlookers. They all nodded in agreement.

"I advise you not to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit," the leader said viciously, his eyes flashing with malice. The thugs behind him brandished various weapons.

"boom!"

Without a word, Marco Polo fired his gun. The "bullet," carrying the rays of the sun, struck the leader's feet, creating a crater the size of a fist.

He blew on the smoke coming out of the gun barrel and looked at them defiantly, saying, "I hope you bought insurance. My bullets don't have eyes, so don't blame me if you end up with missing limbs or dead. By the way, I guess this counts as self-defense."

The leader stood frozen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his heart filled with lingering fear. If he had been hit, he was certain his leg would be...

The men behind the leader looked at him blankly, clearly starting to feel intimidated.

Faced with the choice between life and money, the leader unhesitatingly chose life. Embarrassed, he led his men away, not forgetting to utter a harsh threat in an attempt to salvage some of his pride:

"You just wait, and you woman too! You may escape for a while, but you won't escape forever!"

The people around them clapped and cheered as the thugs left in a sorry state, and Marco Polo waved back in response.

Seeing the crisis pass, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she looked at the handsome Marco Polo, who was exactly like the prince charming in her heart. Her heart fluttered, and she was reluctant to leave his embrace. Her face flushed with shyness, she said, "Thank you, kind sir."

“It’s alright, miss. As a gentleman, I wouldn’t stand by and watch a woman be bullied,” Marco Polo replied with a smile.

"Ah, ah..." The girl felt herself inevitably falling in love, her face flushed red, and looking at that charming smile, she didn't know what to say.

"By the way, judging from the tone they used when they left, it seems like they might come back to cause you trouble. I can't protect you forever. What are your plans for the future?" Marco Polo said in a somewhat heavy tone.

"I... I probably won't be able to go back to my old home. My father disappeared without a trace, and they will definitely take over the house and sell it to pay off their debts. I guess I'll have no choice but to become a wanderer..." Recalling everything that had just happened, the girl's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. Her face was gloomy, and at the same time, her eyes kept sneaking glances at Marco Polo, trying to see his expression. Perhaps she was still hoping for something in her heart.

"I see... Poor thing." Marco Polo stroked his chin thoughtfully, speaking with some sympathy. His father had also disappeared, which made him feel a sense of shared sorrow for the girl.

At the same time, his eyes kept scanning the girl's youthful and beautiful figure, and the people watching around them nodded knowingly and showed meaningful smiles, which made her lower her head shyly.

"Oh, oh, youth is wonderful! Back in the day, I was the heartthrob of countless young women..." an old man in the crowd said with deep emotion.

Thank God, I met my Prince Charming. Prince, I will stay with you for life!

The girl was excitedly thinking that the beautiful, loving, and happy future seemed to be right before her eyes. She stood obediently with her legs together, her head lowered and her face flushed with excitement, waiting for Marco Polo's decision.

Okay, let's do it this way. After a rough calculation, I think her body can definitely handle it! If not, she can exercise more.

Marco Polo's mind was made up.

Marco Polo extended his clenched fist towards the girl, which, in her joyful eyes and under the sunlight, made him shine like a god.

"I'll give you these gunpowder pellets. Don't be fooled by their small size; they're actually quite heavy and very powerful. One pellet can blast a crater a meter or two deep. If they come looking for you again, you can use these to deal with them." Marco Polo opened his palm, revealing dozens of small, gleaming black beads on it, and said earnestly to the girl.

"Huh, huh?" The girl was stunned for a moment. How come this is not what I thought?

Not only was the girl stunned, but everyone else was also taken aback and didn't react for a moment.

Marco Polo, seeing the girl's and the surrounding crowd's expressions, assumed they didn't believe him, and spoke again:

"This is my latest product, which I developed myself. I've tested its power, and I absolutely guarantee its quality. Here, take it."

The girl blankly accepted the numerous black beads, holding them with difficulty in both hands. If Marco Polo wasn't mistaken, her eyes seemed somewhat...empty?

Marco Polo didn't think much of it. Looking at the people around him, he felt this was an opportunity and loudly proclaimed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Marco Polo. You saw the weapon I gave that lady earlier. I call it—the Little Bomb. It's absolutely essential for home, travel, and even murder... Oh, it's also excellent for self-defense, especially for beautiful ladies like these. Gentlemen, you must protect them well. I have some more here, about a hundred. The price is fair, no deception, ten gold coins each. Anyone want to buy?"

"I want it! Honey, I want this, buy it for me quickly for self-defense!" a wealthy woman came out and said loudly.

"Deal." After taking the money, Marco Polo handed over a black bead pill.

"Me too! I want one too!"

"Me too!"

"Give me five!"

"I want ten!"

"Don't rush, everyone, let's do it one at a time."

Once the first person appeared, a second and a third would follow. People's desire to buy was aroused, and soon they swarmed around Marco Polo, holding gold coins and jostling to get their hands on the "bomb" in Marco Polo's hand.

The girl who had been pushed out was now being pushed aside. The heavy weight made her hands tremble slightly, but she remained unmoved, staring blankly at the black bead in her hands, seemingly lost in a existential crisis.

Marco Polo's "business" is booming. Because the number of small bombs is limited, some people have started to raise the price to buy them, and others are also constantly raising the price, making it look like an auction.

"As expected of the young master, he sold the goods so easily," a young man on the outskirts of the crowd remarked.

“Marco is a very shrewd businessman, and he’s also very capable. You veteran employees should learn from him,” said a composed middle-aged man next to him.

“You mean it, Mr. Matteo.”

……