He Xing turned to look at Du Yue when he heard that. He could not help but laugh when he saw her worried expression. "Do you think I don't have that many bullets? You're overthinking it. I have as many as you want."
He Xing turned around and returned to his bedroom. Two minutes later, he came out with a box. "Don't be fooled by its size. There are a thousand bullets inside." He Xing put the box aside and moved two more boxes over. "There are 3,800 bullets here in total. I'll give you the extra 300 bullets."
One bullet was five grams, so 300 bullets would be three catties. It was almost the price of a gun. How could she accept it? Du Yue took out three gold bars from her pocket and handed them to the man. "There are 1,500 grams in total here. That's exactly three catties. "
