Fan Xian asked in surprise, "You don't suspect I hid the bullets?"
Zhou Cheng said, "No."
"Good, as long as you don't!"
Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
Honestly, if the other man didn't believe him, he really wouldn't know how to explain it.
After handling it a little longer, Zhou Cheng put the barrel back in the case.
He was taking it with him for two days anyway, so there was no rush to study it right now.
Fan Xian watched Zhou Cheng close the case.
He was just about to ask what use a gun without bullets would be.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him!
His eyes widened as he stared at Zhou Cheng.
"Great Sage, do you know where the bullets are?"
Zhou Cheng tilted his head at him.
"Guess."
"Guess?"
Fan Xian immediately cursed inwardly.
Do I even need to guess?
You bastard, you must have the bullets on you!
Though he cursed inwardly, his face instantly filled with smiles. He sidled over and said ingratiatingly,
"Great Sage, I'm guessing you have the bullets! Once you've finished playing with it, could you leave a few rounds for me to play with?"
Zhou Cheng said, "No."
Fan Xian's smile froze on his face.
He curled his lips, silently scoffing.
Zhou Cheng picked up the case and hefted it, looking quite satisfied, then turned to Fan Xian.
"If you want to know where the bullets are, I can tell you."
Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and his face instantly filled with smiles again. The speed at which he changed expressions was truly unmatched.
"Great Sage! My fellow countryman! My own flesh and blood! Please, tell me!"
Looking at his lackey-like behavior, Zhou Cheng said flatly,
"The bullets are on Cang Mountain."
He added, "I don't know