Yang Yi had a gun on him, a Glock 17 pistol.
But when it came to his marksmanship compared to his combat abilities, his skills with a gun were abysmally poor. For someone who had hardly ever handled a gun and could count the bullets he'd fired on both hands, it would be a miracle if he were any good at shooting.
So although Yang Yi had a gun, he felt as though he might as well be unarmed. Instead of a pistol, he would have preferred to have a knife, one much better than those homemade ones in prison.
"What kind of weapon do you want, a knife?"
"Yes, I need a good knife, one that suits me."
Brian was evidently very interested in Yang Yi's choice.
"What kind of knife do you want? A long or short one? A single or double-edged dagger? Are you looking for stealth, or do you prioritize how it feels in your hand? Any particular materials you want for the blade or handle?"
Brian asked a barrage of questions, to which Yang Yi thought about it and said, "I don't know."
