"Hmm, I was thinking the same thing. We just arrived, and no one knew we were coming. This plot couldn't possibly be aimed at me, so it's most likely targeting Old Zhang! Lin Kuang, go help him. Take the Desert Eagle. I have something for self-defense!"
As he spoke, Yang Wucheng pulled a classic Browning pistol from behind his back.
Seeing the Browning in Yang Wucheng's hand, Lin Kuang didn't stand on ceremony and took the Desert Eagle.
"Okay, Uncle Yang, you be careful. I'll go help Uncle Zhang," Lin Kuang said, looking at Yang Wucheng seriously.
"Go on, but be careful," Yang Wucheng said.
Hearing this, Lin Kuang nodded and quickly left, vanishing from Yang Wucheng's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Old buddy, you better not die... damn it, we agreed I'd die first!" Yang Wucheng muttered, unable to stop himself from cursing.
