"This is what they call 'an eye for an eye, when will it end'! A loaf can't choke a person as much as a grenade..."
Seeing what was happening in the rearview mirror, Ansheng's cheeks showed a comfortable expression as he said, "This isn't like Xia Country where guns are banned. Packing heat is the real deal!"
"Ten thousand bucks, one village, one arms dealer, and one infantry regiment every three days—that fits my worldview."
Although Ansheng didn't want to meddle in other people's business, the actions of these natives really made him uncomfortable; he felt like jumping in and giving each of them a kick in the behind.
Can't you guys lose without running away?
A whole village and no one can be an idea king? He provides the booze, you bring the bottle, and Uncle next door offers a torn rag. Can't that be hand-made into a Molotov cocktail?
"Master Fuli is kind-hearted—"
Lin Ying looked at Master Fuli, raised her thumb straight up, and praised the little fox's kindness fiercely.
