Li Qiao strolled casually over and stood in front of a row of suitcases, her eyes twinkling with brilliant starlight.
Brazil PT, French Mle, Colt, Beretta, Desert Eagle... and so on.
Each gun in the suitcases had long been out of production but was well-known and recognized.
Even at an auction, they were hard to come by.
Yet Shang Yu brought out eight at once, and brazenly displayed them within the shooting range.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows at Shang Yu, then picked out the standard model Desert Eagle from one of the suitcases.
Although it was also a .375 caliber, it couldn't compare with the golden Desert Eagle.
At that moment, Shang Yu watched Li Qiao's movements with picking up the gun and the magazine, an amused smile in his eyes.
Indeed, his girl was an old hand at handling guns.
That night in South Sea Valley, despite the dense rain and his raging fury, he had noticed Li Qiao's proficient stance with a gun.
"Master Yan, why bring so many guns?"
