Zhao Yu had his men unload the firearms.
Eagle and his men inspected each gun and found that every one of them was brand new, just as Zhao Yu had said.
"Thank you, Centurion Zhao..."
There was nothing wrong with the weapons, Eagle breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he had been too suspicious.
But he couldn't help it; with Meng Xian absent, he was the acting leader and responsible for the entire camp.
"About the trade..."
Zhao Yu smiled and had his men load the four barrels of gasoline onto the truck.
Eagle understood that Zhao Yu wasn't here to cause trouble and dismissed most of the gunmen who were there just for show, keeping only about ten.
Having completed their first trade, Eagle felt excited, sensing potential business opportunities through Zhao Yu.
"Centurion Zhao, what else might you need?"
Zhao Yu stroked his chin, currently most in need of petroleum and ammunition.