Huo Honghao asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing was momentarily stunned, then remembered that this was indeed the case. Previously, when he was in Ancient Rome, the throwing knives he had taken with him were basically all scrapped and no longer usable. His spear had been thrown into an airplane propeller, causing an explosion and being destroyed along with it. Currently, Zhang Beixing didn't have a single handy weapon.
Now, hearing Huo Honghao say that the weapons were already forged, Zhang Beixing was immensely delighted. "Good, thank you, Brother Huo. By the way, how is my horse's equipment coming along?"
He remembered he had mentioned it to Huo Honghao half a month ago: he needed a set of armor that could equip his Snow-Hoofed Black Qilin from head to toe. This way, it would be convenient for him to ride and kill. He wasn't sure about the progress so far.
