Jiang Yan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
An electric current ran through his body from the top of his head. He held the phone to his ear, and his whole body was as stiff as a statue, until the female voice came from the other side of the phone again.
"Brother Yan, say something." Shi qinglan could not help but frown.
She was a little anxious at the moment and didn't allow Jiang Yan to dawdle, so her tone revealed a hint of impatience.
"Ah ... "Ah!" Oh!" Jiang Yan finally reacted.
He forced himself to come back to his senses and said, " the pure world Pavilion is quite powerful in the imperial capital, but China has restrictions on the wapon. The basic equipment is fine, but it will be difficult to deploy the heavy wapon at the last minute. How many people do you need, and when do you need them? "