Two guards stepped forward and immediately restrained Ling Zhonglou.
Jiang Ran's expression changed abruptly, "Dad!"
Ling Zhonglou was calm, his expression unchanged, "May I ask when I began stockpiling firearms?"
"I've said it's evidence," the middle-aged man brought the sheets of paper closer, "Is this warehouse not owned by you?"
The papers contained photographs.
In the photos were missiles, firearms, and cannons, filling an entire warehouse.
Ling Zhonglou glanced at them, frowning slightly, "The owner is indeed me."
"Isn't that the end of it?" the middle-aged man sneered, "The Judicial Hall has fully inspected it, and these weapons you've stockpiled,"
Jiang Huaping's voice was calm, "The warehouse has been abandoned for a long time, how can you be sure that it was Chonglou who transported these shells in?"
