Looking at Yang Na, who was as agitated as an enraged lioness, Qing Wanglai was taken aback for a moment but then calmly explained to her, "Since he's wearing it, the clothing must be bulletproof. Don't worry, I have good judgment. I won't hurt your little boyfriend."
Immediately afterward, he gestured to Li Huowang, who was climbing up from the ground, with the helmet in his hand, "And this thing, it's also bulletproof, and it can protect your head too."
"An important point to note is, unlike guns which can easily cause trouble, wearing a bulletproof vest is completely legal. You can even buy them on Taobao, so you'll get into much less trouble than if you were carrying a gun."
"If anyone asks what these things are, you can just say they're a motorcycle helmet and riding gear."
"Really? Then I have to try it out!" Li Huowang pulled Yang Na behind him, grabbed the helmet from Qing Wanglai's hand, and put it on his head right away.
