The group hurried back to the cabin with the weapon cases.
Feng Shan arranged for Paine and his two men to entertain Will, with all expenses on his tab. Then, he got busy moving the guns into the armory.
The once-barren armory began to fill up with the addition of these new weapons.
The empty gun racks were gradually filled with all sorts of firearms. Under the lights, each gun gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Satisfaction.
An indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Just looking at them put his mind at ease.
Feng Shan picked up the first Type 56 carbine he'd ever owned. As he disassembled it for maintenance, he muttered to himself.
"Don't worry. Even if I get tons of other guns, I'll never abandon you. They're just passing fancies, but you're my one true love!"
The words had barely left his lips when his phone, sitting on the table, started ringing.
He picked it up and looked at the number, his brow furrowing slightly.
