Section 32 - Losing Money...

"Hey, 'Rookie' little bro, come here, come here, sit down first and then we'll talk."

Big Bear pulled Chen Fei to an arm-wrestling table without a word, pushed him down into the seat opposite, and laid the pitiful-looking AK-47 across the table, saying, "We're friends alright, but today you've got to give me an explanation!"

If this were just any ordinary modern firearm, that would have been one thing, but such an original AK was already rare, and one in near-mint condition was even scarcer. Ruin one, and one less exists—a beating right then and there for the kid across from him was already Uncle Chekhov showing good temper.

"I, I—I don't know!"

Chen Fei trembled.

The gun was in such a shape, what could he possibly do?

A famed antique firearm like this, he had no idea where to find another, probably meaning he would have to pay a hefty sum.