"I don't like your sense of finding me, I will look for you..." Hong Feng muttered sarcastically before hanging up, his eyes roaming around the hallway aimlessly.
Shen Bai Zhou smirked lightly before giving the phone back, he was never fond of using it as it was only used in the warehouse.
" How many military guns and machine guns do we have here?" he mumbled picking another box up and scrutinizing it. He nibbled his lower lip while fiddling with the gun.
"More than a thousand dozen boxes.." The manager responded eying the pile of boxes, it has been three months without selling guns as they have been laying low. Due to higher risks recently, they ceased shipping and selling them.
"Ohhh, and the materials? Do we still have a lot of it in stock? Because we need to make new strategies.. " he turned around walking back to the passageway and gazing at the soldiers who were moving around.