Leaving the Presidential Palace, Gao Yang sat in the about-to-be-vacated office, looking at a saber and a hunting rifle laid out on the table in front of him, still feeling somewhat troubled.
Bashar's gifts, Gao Yang liked them all, the saber was definitely something he wanted to keep, but how to deal with that rifle was causing him some headaches.
Gao Yang had always been fond of hunting rifles, but when it came to antique guns, he was actually not particularly interested.
Gao Yang would rather have a collection of firearms currently used by various countries around the world in his home—Huaxia's, America's, Russia's, from the UK, France—all displayed in his farm, where he could just grab any of them and head to his ranch for a satisfying shoot.
