Ultimate Firepower

The shock was too great, it needed some time to digest.

When everyone had left, Father Feng and Mrs. Feng finally had the time to listen to why Feng Biao suddenly became so wealthy. However, the first thing Feng Biao said was: "Give me a bowl of noodles, please. Mixed sauce noodles."

Jinmen people have a saying: borrowing money to eat seafood might not be manageable without keeping account.

With money comes the luxury of Bohai Shrimp, cooking a pot of sea crabs, and even the previously snubbed mantis shrimps become a delicacy in a big pot, not to mention sole fish, yellow croaker, and large belt fish. None of these can be absent.

As for things like king crabs and lobsters, they aren’t actually favorites for Jinmen people.

But to Feng Biao, what he really missed, what haunted his dreams and not even all the money in the world could buy, was his mother’s cooking.

Feng Guoqiang sat on the sofa. Ye Guiying was in the kitchen kneading dough, while Feng Biao leaned on the doorway of the small, cramped, and slightly stinky kitchen, watching his mother work the dough and chatting with her.

"I didn’t only deal with arms outside, well, dealing arms is a new business after following a boss recently, before that I was a bodyguard, not dangerous, just pretty boring."

Feng Guoqiang, filled with envy, said: "Does dealing in arms make a lot of money? What do you sell, AK47s?"

Feng Biao shook his head and said: "No way, selling guns isn’t profitable and is risky. We sell missiles, planes, and artillery."