Testing the Sword
Fuck you—you're the one who's cheap!
Li Bai wanted to pin the guy face-first into the mud beneath his feet.
If you didn't know how to talk, you should've kept your mouth shut. And now you wanted chocolate? Go eat shit!
"What kind of new weapon is this?"
Reporter Ximen peered at the swords in the box.
He counted at least twenty of them, but couldn't tell what they really were. Were they laser swords?
Proton swords?
Ion swords?
Or some other kind of powerful Black Technology infantry weapon?
It hadn't even occurred to him that they might simply be ordinary metal swords.
The political commissar of the mighty Chinese peacekeeping force had brought two soldiers and solemnly carried over a box. If they were ordinary swords... Damn it, it wasn't April Fools' Day. They couldn't just joke around like this.
Ximen Dong was about to have his whole worldview turned upside down.
"They're just swords. Most were forged by the top swordsmiths at Jiange Sports Equipment Factory. The rest were made by machine."
Luan Zhengwei had no intention of hiding anything from Sun Nanzheng, who was eating chocolate, or Ximen Dong.
They were just swords. Anyone could tell what they were at a glance, so there was no need to keep them under wraps.
It wasn't exactly a secret that Li Bai had sold a sword to an American for a million dollars. It had happened right there in that little bar, and the story had already spread everywhere.
To bring back the astonishing flash of swordlight that had severed a monster's claw—and add another layer of insurance to this Military Operation—his superiors had specially sent over a batch of Great Swords from back home for Li Bai to choose from, so he could hack those