When the muscular man with a loaded gun saw the cash in Ye Feng's hand, his eyes lit up.
But he did not take it immediately. Instead, he looked around, and after confirming that no one else was looking at him, he stared at the cash in Ye Feng's hand as he gulped. "What do you mean by this?"
"I've already said this is the airport's transit warehouse for important transportation items. Non-staff are not allowed to enter."
"I can't let you in like this."
Ye Feng smiled. "I don't mean anything else, it's just a small gift."
"I want to be friends with you."
"Friend, it's not easy for you to be here. See it like I'm treating you to a meal."
The burly man quickly took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. His expression softened a little as he said, "Since you're a nice person, I'll make you my friend."
"Tell me, why do you want to go in?"
"Although we're friends, if you want to come in and cause trouble, I can't take the risk."