The Italian cannon was truly terrifying, exciting everyone who saw it.
"Yang Dianfeng, how many of these Italian cannons do you have?" Ji Yourong suddenly asked.
Yang Zhen turned to look at Ji Yourong with a curious expression and said, "You want one? You should've just told me that you wanted one. How would I know if you didn't mention anything? Even if I knew you wanted one, and I was willing to give it to you, I wouldn't know whether you still wanted it after I give it to you."
Ji Yourong was left dumbstruck. After she gathered herself, she glared at Yang Zhen and asked, "How much for one?"
"It's not really worth anything. If you want one, I'll give it to you. The real question is, do you really want one? You're not making things easy by not answering my question."
The crowd was left completely confused by Yang Zhen's roundabout answer. A twitch formed at the corners of their mouths.
