Dressed in a full body black protective suit with a tactical vest layered over, several ammo clip pouches bulging and straining, an MP5 submachine gun hanging from a three-point rifle sling, a Ontario 18-inch machete at his left waist, a Nepalese Kukri knife attached to his right calf, and a holster hanging at his thigh carrying an M1911A1 handgun and two clips. With his towering height and chiseled face, he was truly the embodiment of a formidable fighter.
"Sister Qin Yan, how did he do it?" Bai Guo asked softly. The other flight attendants turned to look at her, clearly interested in the topic.
"Haha, Little Tang, I never realized, you're actually quite tough." The bald man complimented. Just as he was about to take Li Xinlan's ammo belt, he saw Tang Zheng staring at him expressionlessly making him pause. "Don't get me wrong, I mean no harm. I just want the ammo belt. She can't make much use of it, it's better if you give it to me."
