Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety-One Old Friends

Salim kept smiling, as the saying goes, you don't hit someone with a smile on their face. Although Glolov felt that Salim was the epitome of a sleazy arms dealer, compared to the previous two who were not only deceitful but also had terrible attitudes, he could no longer find words to complain.

Glolov let out a sigh and shook his head at Gao Yang, making a wry smile as he said, "Well, it seems we can only do this."

Gao Yang didn't feel like haggling anymore and said to Salim, "Give us twelve pieces of Russian stock, and then twelve boxes of Huaxia bullets, give us a total discount."