Soon after.
Luo Feng had found 7 to 8 grenades in a row.
Whenever a grenade had been discovered, Luo Feng's audience collectively sweated profusely.
Is this man a deity of some sort?
How can all his powerful swings fail to trigger any of these grenades?
Meanwhile, on Luo Feng's end, he felt like he had somehow stumbled upon a grenade's nest.
At this realization, he then shifted to a different spot.
The reason was not for his safety, however, as it was mainly due to the grenades' lack of collectible value, as they would be summarily disposed of by the authorities.
At the same time, Wang Yousheng, who was on site, had already made many calls.
His goal was to sell the old guns that Luo Feng had picked up.
"Hey, Old Li, are you interested in antique break-action pistols?"
"Huh, I didn't think you were one to collect guns, Old Wang. Don't you mainly deal in porcelain? Since when did you change your interests?"
