The three didn't dare to stay long, quickly slipped away.
Yi Zetao shoved the handgun into his coat, tightly wrapped himself, jogged to catch the van back to the city, found an anonymous guesthouse to stay, and called Minamoto Tamako to inform her to pick up the gun.
"Are you sure it's clean? This gun isn't involved in any crime, right?" Minamoto Tamako asked sternly.
"Absolutely clean!"
Yi Zetao was talking nonsense, he fired a shot in the urban village, must have alerted the cops, the entire city's police were looking for this gun, if he didn't sell it quickly, he'd spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Alright, wrap the gun in newspaper, throw it in the trash bin by the roadside at Evergreen Park, I'll send a kid to retrieve it."
Minamoto Tamako was clever, pretending to be an adult to avoid being underestimated again.
