This Mr. Jun, he really did not set him up.
Honestly, he wasn’t short of money, but swiping stuff from Baiming Sect was damn satisfying.
When he reported back to his superiors, he could even earn a second-class rit.
"Hey, boss, how did you know Baiming Sect had a hideout here? I just checked it out, and these are so serious goodies. Whether it’s the range and accuracy of those guns or the power of those flash grenades, they’re leagues beyond what we have, man. How could they hide this ’treasure’ here?" his aide asked excitedly, squatting beside Shangguan Yu with his hand resting on the edge of the sofa.
"It’s all because your boss here is so clever. If we had co any later, there would only be an empty warehouse tomorrow."
"Boss, hand on heart, tell , does this batch of weapons have anything to do with Jun San Sha?"
"How do you know that?"
"Cut it, who else can produce these weapons but Jun San Sha’s munition factory? Besides, who else could design guns so freakishly precise than Jun San Sha’s brain?"
"You’re getting smarter, kid." Shangguan Yu tapped his head with the gun in his hand.
He could be taught.
"So boss, let get this straight, did Baiming Sect steal Jun San Sha’s goods, and you’re here to steal them back for him? If so, out of gratitude, wouldn’t Jun San Sha share so weapons with us as a thank you?"
"What a joke, who dares steal anything that belongs to Jun Moyan."
"Don’t tell Jun San Sha sold it to them? With Jun San Sha being such a principled guy, how could he possibly collaborate with Baiming Sect?"
"You’re so smart, couldn’t you guess?" Shangguan Yu gave him a sidelong glance.
"Uh... okay, I might as well ask Bai Yi next ti, but boss, even though these are Baiming Sect’s goods, and they should be stolen, if they really are sold by Jun San Sha, wouldn’t he mind if we steal them?"
"He told to co and steal them."
"Ah? When did Jun San Sha start getting involved in such unscrupulous acts? Or did Baiming Sect cross Jun Moyan? Then why would Jun Moyan still sell weapons to them?"
"How dare you call Jun Moyan unscrupulous." Shangguan Yu shot him a glance.
The aide shrank his neck, thinking Shangguan Yu was about to scold him.
But Shangguan Yu couldn’t stay serious for more than three seconds before cracking a smile:
"Just tell the truth!"
"..." The aide felt a headache coming on.
What kind of boss had he followed?
"General, we have captured fifty-two criminals, and a few others have escaped," a soldier reported, coming in and saluting the utterly unperturbed Shangguan Yu on the sofa.
"What about Ais?"
"He escaped too."
"Escaped?" Shangguan Yu frowned, clearly displeased.
He finished off the AD calcium milk in his hand, then glanced at the aide who had already stood up and was standing beside him.
"...Boss, why are you looking at like that?" the aide asked, feeling uncomfortable and touching his face.
"He got away."
"Ah!"
"Ah your head, go and get soone to chase him down for ," Shangguan Yu said, kicking him on his thigh.
"What about you, boss?" the aide asked, rubbing his sore thigh.
"You dare question ?" Shangguan Yu said and raised his leg to kick again.
"Your subordinate accepts the order." The aide dashed out imdiately.
"Brat." Shangguan Yu cursed, stood up, and straightened his clothes.
"Take all these fine goodies back to camp, count every gun and every bullet upon our return, and report them to the military. But the stuff, we’re not turning it in; we’re keeping it for our own use."
Shangguan Yu adjusted the hat on his head.
"Yes."
"Thoroughly investigate the identities of those people."
"Yes."
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