Evening.
The pale gasoline lamps by the roadside flickered slightly, occasionally sparking.
Countless small insects kept crashing against the glass cover, creating a dense sound of impacts.
Chen Shouyi stomped on a mole cricket with his foot and said to Bai Xiaoling, who was following closely, "We're running out of arrows again!"
"I'll apply for a thousand more to be sent over tomorrow," Bai Xiaoling quickly walked a step faster to reach Chen Shouyi's side and said.
As one of the benefits and perks of being a Martial Artist, the Provincial Government could sign off on all weapon-related expenses, and the quality was even superior to what was available in weapon shops.
At this moment, Chen Shouyi remembered something and asked:
"By the way, how's the application for the 1,500-pound War Bow coming along?"
