"Ah! Looks like I'll have to think of another way."
Yang Yan sighed helplessly.
Leaving here, he headed straight to the capital of the small country.
He planned to purchase some firearms here.
Otherwise, empty-handed, he might be taken down by ordinary people.
In a country ravaged by war, guns are naturally easy to come by.
However, these firearms looked very old; it was unclear where the sellers had sourced them from.
"Boss, this is already the best weapon we've got here."
"If you're not satisfied with these, I think you won't find anything better around."
The seller said to Yang Yan with some helplessness.
"Ha! Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Yang Yan rolled his eyes exaggeratedly:
"These things are no better than scrap metal. I'm grateful if they don't misfire, let alone kill anyone."
The seller suddenly chuckled and then confidently said:
"Since you say that, I have no other options."
"How about this, maybe try other places. I believe you'll come back."
