The man was instantly flustered, not expecting Zhang Su to act without even giving a chance for negotiation. Too ruthless.
"Yihe Car Shop, Yihe Car Shop has guns there! Don't kill me, I beg you..." The man almost cried these words out, then collapsed to the ground.
Zhang Su frowned, looking at the man lying on the ground, confused: "Yihe Car Shop? The one on Civilization Road that sells luxury secondhand cars?"
"Yihe Car Shop has guns?"
"That, can't be."
"Hell, I went there a month ago to check out Harley's big glider. Could it be that they hide guns because the vehicles are so valuable?"
Those who knew the situation started discussing immediately.
Yihe Car Shop was quite famous in Qin City, specializing in high-end luxury secondhand cars. The cheapest were secondhand motorcycles like Gold Wings, Big Gliders, H2s, Hayabusas, while the most expensive included custom Rolls Royce and supercars worth millions.
The man nodded weakly, saying, "Yes, that's the place."
