It was deep into the night, with a scarce moon and stars.
At the foot of West Mountain, the underground shooting range of East City Association.
Having visited this place once before, Fang Cheng confidently walked into the hidden gun shop.
A tall and burly man with muscular build was tidying up the shelves.
It seemed he was about to close up shop for the night.
"Brother Hu."
Upon entering, Fang Cheng took the initiative to greet him.
"Eh, it's you, kid."
The burly shop assistant turned around, his eyes showing a hint of surprise: "You're coming so late, is Ma Donghe not with you?"
Fang Cheng nodded and walked over to the shelves.
Having been introduced by Ma Donghe last time, both were aware of each other's names, so they were already acquainted.
His gaze swept over an array of guns and then moved to the ammunition section.
He then spoke up:
"I need 5 magazines of 7.62mm caliber and 50 bullets, do you have them in stock?"
