Seeing Fang Cheng's intention to buy, Brother Hu continued his diligent sales pitch:
"But that's just the price for a pure combat suit. As for the targeting system, radio, optical converters, and the like, we don't sell those here."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
When purchasing a combat suit, what he valued most were the protective effects of the chest and facial areas.
As for other fanciful designs and matching equipment, they were simply unnecessary and unused.
After much thought and comparison with the relatively inexpensive clothing outside.
Fang Cheng thus made a decision.
It's just 25,000 yuan, right? Bought!
Of course, a try-on was a must before finalizing the purchase.
Under Brother Hu's guidance, Fang Cheng neatly put on the combat suit and donned the tactical mask.
Then he lifted his arms and legs, delivering several lightning-fast jabs into the air.
Next, "snap," he unleashed an extremely sharp whip kick.
