Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: A Great Harvest

The room Gao Yang and his group entered looked like a study or a drawing room of some kind. It went without saying that the decor was super luxurious. The key thing was that guns were placed everywhere in the room, and most of them were gleaming gold.

The table displayed handguns; the wall was adorned with a green flag, flanked by two long Arabian Scimitars. Beside a marble statue of Gaddafi stood a gun rack with four shining gold rifles, seemingly at the disposal of Gaddafi's statue. And on a wall hung a large deer head, beneath which sat a double-barreled shotgun on a rack. The room, although a bit incongruent, was undeniably the epitome of extravagance.

There were also many bottles of water on the room's table. Simultaneously, the group hustled to the table and each grabbed a bottle to drink from. Gao Yang and his team had been without water for over a day and were dying of thirst.