In the small town, several buildings over a dozen stories tall stood upright, standing out like cranes among chickens.
The glass on the buildings looked as though it had not been cleaned for more than ten years, gray and murky.
Inside the buildings, the stair railings were greasy and blackened.
A man in an unfamiliar military uniform looked at Wen Min and Qi Yuan, then belched. "Old Chen asked me to take you over. No problem, but... you have to behave along the way, understand?"
As he spoke, the uniformed man lifted his coat, revealing the gun holstered at his waist.
"No problem!" the burly Wen Min promptly agreed.
Qi Yuan said nothing, which counted as agreement.
"Also, according to the rules... you need to hand over your weapons," the uniformed man said, looking at the two of them.
Without any hesitation, Wen Min pulled two guns from his waist and handed them to the uniformed man.
The uniformed man glanced at Qi Yuan. "What about you?"
Looking at the clean, fair-skinned Qi Yuan, the uniformed man had a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.
Qi Yuan clearly did not look like a local. Instead, he looked like some pampered young master.
Why had he come here... to smuggle things?
"Where are your weapons?"
Qi Yuan thought for a moment, then suddenly grabbed a handful of air and handed it to the uniformed man.
"Does this count?"
Wen Min was somewhat dumbfounded at the sight.
The uniformed man froze, then looked at Qi Yuan. "You didn't bring any weapons?"
"As a martial artist, my fists and legs are all weapons. But these... cannot be handed over to you." Qi Yuan was very sincere.
The other man had asked him to hand over his weapons, so he had directly grabbed a