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"Don't take that. It's too heavy, and you won't be able to move at all." Li Huowang took the rebar spear from Qian Fu's hands, then looked toward Wu Qi beside him.

"Fifth Sister, didn't those guys let us seize a whole bunch of weapons earlier? Take them all out."

Hearing Li Huowang, Wu Qi unlocked the storage cabinet above the restroom and piled all the confiscated items onto the table.

Li Huowang reached for two weighty pistols. They looked somewhat different from the ones in TV dramas; their grips were very long, as though they could hold plenty of bullets.

After lightly weighing them in his hands, Li Huowang tipped his chin at Qing Wanglai. "You have time now, don't you? Teach me how to use a gun."

Li Huowang had merely never known how to use guns before. That did not mean he failed to understand the value of firearms.

There was a reason people said that beyond seven paces, the gun was fast; within seven paces, the gun was both fast and accurate.

He did not know what guns corresponded to—whether they were the Siming's use of the Heavenly Dao, or whether the Siming possessed some kind of weapon.

But Li Huowang only needed to understand one thing right now: this thing could kill his enemies, no matter what they were.

"Mm, Li Huowang, we're going to negotiate. We're not going to start a shootout." Qing Wanglai looked at the weapons spread across the table and spoke helplessly.

"Just because we call it a negotiation means it'll definitely be one? With these things, maybe our chances of reaching an agreement will be even greater."

"Hey, we have one of their people. Their willingness to negotiate this time is very high."

"Why are you talking so much? Teach