Rumble, rumble...
It seemed everything had already been prepared. The moment the village chief shouted, a flurry of footsteps immediately sounded in the distance.
The women and children who had crowded around the entrance to watch the spectacle hurriedly scattered, clearing the open space in front of the door. Then, from several corners of the village, more than a dozen young, able-bodied men squeezed over. Each hugged a submachine gun, ammunition belts wrapped around their bodies in loops. They lined up neatly in front of the door, wearing simple, honest smiles as they gazed at Lu Xin with enthusiasm and anticipation.
The village chief beamed. "Take a look, guest. What do you think of our local specialty?"
"Our village may not have much else, but we've got plenty of guns and ammunition."
"..."
"This... looks pretty good..."
Lu Xin took a serious look at the guns and ammunition wrapped around the young men and couldn't help praising them.
Who would have thought that this little village actually had a small arsenal hidden inside it?
The village chief narrowed his eyes with a smile, apparently quite pleased with Lu Xin's reaction. The wrinkled corners of his eyes swept over everything in front of Lu Xin—both the dishes he had eaten and those that had been served but not yet touched. At the same time, he pulled a battered abacus from behind him.
"Of course, I have something like that too."
Before the village chief could begin calculating, Lu Xin answered with a smile and reached into the bag he carried with him.
He took out a revolver and placed it on the table.
The village chief lowered his head for a look and said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. But you have far fewer specialties than we do."
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