Looking at Yang Na, who was as agitated as an enraged lioness, Qing Wanglai was taken aback for a moment before calmly explaining, "Since he's wearing it, the gear must be bulletproof. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt your little boyfriend."
Immediately afterward, he gestured with the helmet toward Li Huowang, who was climbing up from the floor. "And this is also bulletproof. It'll protect your head."
"More importantly, unlike guns, which easily attract trouble, wearing a bulletproof vest is completely legal. You can even buy them on Taobao. You'll have far fewer problems with this gear than with a gun."
"If anyone asks what these things are, you can just say it's a motorcycle helmet and riding armor."
"Really? Then I have to try it out!" Li Huowang pulled Yang Na behind him, took the helmet from Qing Wanglai, and immediately put it on.
"Why is this thing connected to the shoulders? I can't even turn my head with it on. I can only look straight ahead."
