Badman handed Jack a Desert Eagle. “Keep this. Don’t be upset with me and White Owl. The boss ordered us to remove your pants, we dare not disobey...”
Jack took it happily and he completely forgot about that humiliating incident.
“Are all these brand new gifts from God’s Armament? They must be worth at least three million dollars, right?” Jack sat in a chair, looking at the dozen boxes on the ground.
“The boss said so, so we didn’t spend any money on weapons. It’s great that the issue is resolved,” Badman said.
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