Li Xiaobao rolled his eyes, "Twenty rounds, gone in a volley, you're too stingy."
"You have no idea how difficult it is to manufacture these bullets; there aren't many at all," Duanmu Yang said with a stern face, clearly unhappy.
"How about this, forty rounds, no less. You choose, either give me the gun, or the bullets," Li Xiaobao said briskly.
Duanmu Yang was silent for a while, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll give them to you!"
After leaving the hotel, Duanmu Yang left with a displeased look. This time, he was clearly taken advantage of by that little rascal Li Xiaobao.
The key point was, Duanmu Yang really had no way to deal with Li Xiaobao, the brat.
After Duanmu Yang left, Li Xiaobao, with hands behind his back and a bright smile, walked out of the room.
Claudia saw him and laughed, "Boss, what are you so happy about?"
