Chen Ping shook his head, "No, that's not the case."
"Then that settles it, I'll load the stuff onto the vehicle, and we'll talk more when I come back, alright!"
Ling Feng chuckled and walked out embracing the machine gun.
Chen Ping watched his retreating figure, helpless, and gave a slight shake of his head.
However, he felt a hint of schadenfreude thinking, well, since the lad has chosen this, I guess I can spare him the gear I had prepared, but I do feel somewhat uneasy entrusting this thing to you!
If Ling Feng knew what was going through his mind at that moment, he probably would have regretted his choice.
After loading the guns and ammunition onto the vehicle, Ling Feng returned to Chen Ping's office, brimming with excitement, and sheepishly asked, "I saw there were some grenades over there just now, could you give me a few?"
"Do you want me to get you a few missiles too?" Chen Ping glanced at him sideways.
