As soon as these words were spoken, a look of astonishment appeared on Zheng Jituo's chubby face.
He looked at Zhang Beixing incredulously. "A spear? What do you mean? Lao Zhang, let me tell you, we can't do anything illegal, okay? We can't get our hands on that kind of thing, don't even think about it!"
"What are you even talking about? I'm talking about a long spear, the kind Zhao Xin carries in LOL," Zhang Beixing replied, his face full of black lines.
"Oh, oh, I see, it's that kind. Phew, you should've said so earlier. I thought you were trying to get me a Winchester, and then we'd go off to roam the pugilist world. A long spear... In the town at the foot of West Yin Mountain, I remember there's an old blacksmith who sells agricultural tools and makes a couple for fun when he's bored, but they're all blunt. What do you want that for?"
"Martial arts training!" Zhang Beixing replied.
As long as it was a spear, whether it was sharpened or not wasn't important.
