Back home, Cheng Anya went upstairs to change. She felt awkward in that old woman outfit. Third Young Master Ye squeezed into the kitchen and poked Ning Ning's small shoulder. "What happened?"
"Louis snatched one batch of our goods!" Ning Ning laughed coldly. His childish looks turned sinister and evil. "I personally bombed twenty tons of arms, Daddy. Say, what kind of concept is this?"
"What in the world?" Third Young Master Ye frowned. Twenty tons of arms? It's enough to destroy a small country. Why did he not hear about this if it had happened in City A?
