Li Qing got off the car, looking anxious, and walked up to Lin Fei, examining him from head to toe: "Brother Fei, are you alright?"
Lin Fei looked at Li Qing with an expressionless face and said, "Do I look like I'm in trouble?"
Li Qing scratched his head and laughed foolishly: "Hehe, doesn't seem like it..."
Lin Fei really wanted to knock him with a gun. If it doesn't look like it, why ask?
"Lin Fei, what are you..." Chen Xinyi pointed at the gun on Lin Fei's waist, looking shocked.
Lin Fei came up to Chen Xinyi, first placing two guns from his hand into Chen Xinyi's, then pulling out the ones tucked at his waist, handing them over one by one.
A dozen handguns, not lightweight, were held by Chen Xinyi in her arms, struggling a bit. She didn't understand why Lin Fei was giving these guns to her.
