Chapter 388: Prince Wenwang

n elderly man in a straw raincoat sat on an old rocking chair. He held a fishing rod in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and his free hand slowly patted the armrest. He hummed a tune, enjoying him... weapon as firearms. Everyone is looking forward to it."Li Chen pondered for a moment, then said, "What you say makes some sense... very well, I'll allocate five hundred arquebuses to you. As for how...