"Ahem, you're young, kid. The old man is past his prime, how can I compare with you?" Duanmu Yang chuckled.
"That thing's taken care of, but there are quite a few missing foreigners here. You better be mentally prepared," Xiaobao said seriously.
"Prepared for what? A missing person, would that bother the old man?" Duanmu Yang said righteously, then lowered his voice, "Handled cleanly, right?"
"Clean as a whistle, you can't even find the ashes. I threw them into the sea," Xiaobao said nonchalantly.
"That's good. By the way, didn't you guys acquire some guns? Hand them over to Cao Qingqing quickly. They're dangerous, you know? Or else you might end up in jail," Duanmu Yang said sternly.
"You old geezer, don't do anything yourself, ask me to pay for weapons without mention, now you want me to hand them over? It's lucky you're not in front of me; otherwise, I would've let you know my good virtues of respecting the old and cherishing the young!"
