Tian Gou's smile was radiant.
"Sell? Why wouldn't I sell?"
"However, I definitely wouldn't sell to just anybody."
Chen Xiaoyong's heart instantly tensed, but before he could inquire further, he already heard another sentence:
"Allies' special supply."
"The same guns you, Brother Yong, want."
"As long as we form an alliance, then I can naturally sell them to you."
"I agree!"
This time, Chen Xiaoyong didn't hesitate anymore.
As for what the other party was plotting, he was too lazy to think about it.
As long as he was strong enough, even if Tian Gou's backing truly had designs on him, so what?
Worst comes to worst, they'd just fight it out with real knives and guns!
Scared of nothing!
"That's the spirit!"
"Then let's agree to that!"
Tian Gou's face was now completely blooming like an old chrysanthemum.
He straightened up and stood up right there.
Then, he reached out his hand.
"Pleasure doing business?"
