Chen Mo chuckled as he watched the few of them grinning from ear to ear, relieved to have escaped danger.
Of course, what they did not know was that their weapons were already inside Chen Mo's Universe Bag.
When they had arrived, the weapons they carried had been very new. Some had even been bought only after arriving in Myanmar. They had not fired many shots along the way before General Jialin had nearly wiped them all out.
Those fine guns had naturally been collected into General Jialin's armory, only to end up benefiting Chen Mo.
As for asking Chen Mo to take them out, how could that be possible?
Whatever entered his hands belonged to him. Returning the weapons to them was impossible—absolutely not.
Besides, the weapons Chen Mo had not taken away might have been battered, but they were still usable. At the very least, they could serve them for a while during this escape.
Moreover, even if they encountered enemies, holding good weapons did not guarantee victory. Many other factors still mattered.
Thus, Chen Mo pointed at those weapons without the slightest guilt and even received the group's thanks!
"Thank you!" Their gratitude practically overflowed.
They were also somewhat curious. The person who had rescued them was not only a young man, but not someone from their country either—he was a local.
Yet his strength was extremely formidable. A few of them had seen Chen Mo appear in an instant and send two guards off to receive lunchbox.
His skill, his clean and decisive movements, and the way he moved without a sound had all left them utterly stunned.
Fortunately, he had not come to send them off to receive lunchbox, but to rescue them.
Just thinking about it still left them shaken. Luckily, he was on