Sun Wukong had originally thought there would be another fierce battle, but Wang Lei disarmed the Lieshan Army in just a few moves, then made him into a porter.
But Sun Wukong said he was more than happy to be a porter—he would do it as many times as needed. He decisively ignored Xuan Tianji at his feet, ran to Wang Lei's side, and used Dark Energy to grab armful after armful of weapons before tossing them into the gap.
Leina, however, could no longer stand watching. She rushed to Wang Lei's side, grabbed his arm, and said, "Wang Lei, enough is enough. If you take all the weapons, what are we of Lieshan supposed to use?"
Through the team system, Wang Lei urged Sun Wukong to hurry up. He himself stopped working and took hold of Leina, trying to reason with her.
"Leina, you know what Earth's situation is like. Even your Pan Zhen agreed to let me take them, so don't stop me. Besides, I heard Lieshan is wealthy and powerful. What's a mere ten thousand or so standard weapons? Don't be stingy. I'll write Lieshan a special thank-you letter afterward, saying I appreciate your full support. How does that sound?"
Leina felt her anger rising rapidly. How was Lieshan wealthy and powerful? And was it only ten thousand weapons? There were at least seventy or eighty thousand weapons here—two-thirds of the standard equipment of the Lieshan Guard. While the Lieshan Guard did have reserve weapons, so many weapons containing darksteel could not be produced so easily. Even for Lieshan, this counted as a painful loss.
So Leina tried to rush past Wang Lei and stop Sun Wukong from throwing weapons into the gap. Sun Wukong was tossing them with Dark Energy. The weapons in the square now