"Are you out of your mind?" Zhao Chengshuang glared at Ye Qing and said, "If you've got something to say, just say it directly. Asking me for help? Who are you trying to be polite with?"
Ye Qing smiled faintly and said, "This matter might be a bit tricky."
"Cut the crap, what is it!" Zhao Chengshuang said bluntly.
After a brief silence, Ye Qing said, "I need a few guns!"
"Guns?" Zhao Chengshuang was momentarily stunned. This was indeed tricky. Although Shenchuan City had plenty of criminal elements, firearms were strictly controlled. Not just in Shenchuan, but nationwide. At most, disputes over territory or business in Shenchuan involved machetes or similar weapons—firearms were rarely used. If guns came into play, the situation escalated, becoming classified as a terrorist incident that would be met with severe crackdowns.
Take these mercenaries, for example. Their use of firearms made their actions much more severe, classifying them directly as terrorists.
