Leo resignedly stepped aside as Xiao Qiao swaggered in. Leo closed the door, revealing what seemingly was an antique shop, at least visually so. It had a plethora of collectibles, both fakes and genuine articles. Leo, a young man who worked hard for his wealth, maintained a business relationship with Xiao Qiao for two years; all weapon supplies in the German region came through him to Xiao Qiao.
"In broad daylight, a terrorist attack happens next street, and now every shop on this street is closed?"
"Besides you mercenaries out making money, who else would come out today? So, what do you need?" Leo always thought Xiao Qiao was a mercenary, and even once sarcastically commented on which training officer would be so heartless to enslave an underage girl.
"I want the Beacon version of the S50," said Xiao Qiao.
"Beacon version?" Leo asked, "Are you renting or buying?"
