Duanmu Yang was really furious and embarrassed; that damn kid Li Xiaobao actually dared to swallow his weapons.
Fine, but then he comes up with excuses even an idiot knows are fake, does he really think I'm senile?
Pushing open a door, he saw Li Xiaobao sitting on a chair, a cup of tea in front of him, eyes slightly narrowed, humming an unknown tune.
Seeing Li Xiaobao enjoying himself so leisurely, Duanmu Yang was even more angry and roared, "You brat, hand over those dozens of guns and remaining bullets to me."
Faced with Duanmu Yang's embarrassed and angry questioning, Li Xiaobao slightly opened his eyes, leisurely picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then handed it to Duanmu Yang, seriously saying, "You're spitting everywhere, I guess you're thirsty."
"I'm not thirsty, didn't you hear what I said? Hand over my weapons!" Duanmu Yang was so angry his beard bristled, showing quite a fierce demeanor.
