Zhao Bin squinted his eyes, kept awake as much as possible, and listened to Ou Cheng's words in his ears. He could not help but begin to think about it. Sure enough, it was not so simple.

"Kitchens not only sell arms, but also buy some arms. This time we hope you can meet an arms dealer from Southeast Asia, who is a Chinese, but the arms business in Southeast Asia has been booming these years."

"It can't be as simple as seeing each other, can it?"

"Cough, of course, not at first sight. I hope you can get some solid evidence of his crime, preferably recorded."

"Oh, you're not...