Azaro finally appeared again, his face ashen, walking slowly with a cane. Behind him, two of Shava's bodyguards each held a gun bag, and another carried a very short box.
Azaro sat on the sofa without saying a word, and when Shava's men placed the gun bags in front of Shava, one of them said, "Taken from a cabinet in the bedroom. There were a lot of guns in the safe, but they were all new guns, the ones we use."
Shava waved his hand and said with a smile, "We don't want new guns, we only want old guns."
Gao Yang's breathing was slightly hurried. A gun bag itself was a good thing. If a leather gun bag that has lasted over a hundred years has been preserved, then the guns inside must be extraordinary, and their maintenance will surely be impeccable.
Gao Yang pulled the gun out of the gun bag and glanced at it, but immediately felt a bit stunned because he had never seen such a gun.
