Chapter 113: The Second Joker Card

So that means we are going to turn on each other.

Mofei shoved Ji Xingyu behind him and stepped to the front of the group.

“Big star, shouldn’t that question be aimed at you?” Da Fei’s expression looked genuinely innocent. “What exactly are you doing sneaking around my place? Making a movie?”

He had guessed that remarkably well.

“To be precise, I’m not here to make a movie. I’m just passing through.” Mofei wore an upright, righteous look. “Purely passing through.”

Da Fei nodded thoughtfully. “An actor—an actor with a film currently in theaters—just happens to pass through the border, and just happens to pass through my little shop, and just happens to come inside, and just happens to refuse to give his real name, and after leaving just happens to pass through here again?”

“Just passing through?” Da Fei arched a brow. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Uh.” Mofei considered it. “Or you can just pretend you haven’t seen me these past two days, and haven’t seen them either. How about that?”

“Then why don’t you all stay and join us in this grand occasion?” Da Fei shot back.

Mofei sighed. “Looks like we can’t reach an agreement.”

He asked a very strange question. “What time is it now?”

It was utterly at odds with the atmosphere.

Da Fei looked bewildered. “What?”

From behind him, Ji Xingyu glanced at his watch and answered in a low voice, “Almost twelve.”

“Almost twelve?” Mofei suggested, “Why don’t we have lunch first and then talk slowly?”

The Ogre had limited killing power. If only he could draw a card with area damage and wipe them all out.

Something like a hero, a wandering swordsman, a godfather of assassins, and so on.

“Lunch?” Da Fei sneered. “Should I also treat you to drinks, then a bath, and then afternoon tea?”

Mofei replied tentatively, “Thanks for the hospitality?”

Da Fei no longer wanted to keep playing this madman-and-fool game. He waved his hand. “Take them.”

At his command, the men surrounding them closed in.

Ma He clutched his backpack, frantic. “What do we do, what do we do? These things are expensive! Mostly they’re just hard to buy!”

“Then you’re in trouble,” Zhong Yan whispered while winding a chain around her hand. “If they break something, they won’t pay for it.”

Ma He swallowed hard and silently hid the bundle farther behind him.

This was his education, his career, his dignity, and international express delivery.

He absolutely could not die gloriously here.

Mofei slipped a hand into his pocket and smiled easily. “Do you really think I’d come here to snatch people with no preparation? I’m not that stupid.”

Under everyone’s wary gaze, Mofei took out from his pocket a miniature spray can.

Da Fei couldn’t help laughing. He looked at Mofei with naked mockery. “What is that? Face mist? A sample bottle? You celebrities really do take your skincare seriously.”

As soon as he laughed, his underlings surrounding the group laughed along.

But they laughed without slowing their advance.

Mofei remained calm. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This is a self-defense spray.”

“This?” One lackey did not believe such a tiny thing could be dangerous and reached out to grab Mofei.

Mofei pressed the nozzle without hesitation.

A fine white mist fell over the lackey, and the instant it touched his skin and clothes, flames erupted.

Everyone present went dumb with shock. No one dared move as they stared at the burning man rolling among them, flames devouring his upper body.

“What is that?!”

“How did he catch fire? Get water, quick!”

Da Fei’s sharp gaze shot toward Mofei at once. “Grab him!”

Just as the underlings surged forward, Mofei raised the spray. “Don’t come closer! This thing doesn’t know friend from foe!”

The air was already thick with the stench of burning leather and scorched flesh, and the man was still rolling and screaming.

Others rushed in to help put out the fire, but the blaze seemed to rise from inside his body and could not be extinguished at all.

The scene was gruesome beyond measure.

Even Mofei and the others were stunned.

Zhong Yan murmured, “What is that?”

Ma He clutched the bundle and muttered under his breath, “Damn. Ugh.”

The sight was too cruel; he felt like vomiting.

Mofei had also not expected such tiny canister to be so devastating.

So Long Er called this thing pepper spray?

This was basically a miniature flamethrower.

No—flamethrowers were not even this ferocious.

Long Er had just handed him this thing and not even reminded him?

Mofei felt that once he got out, he would need to have a serious talk with the other man about the necessity of instruction manuals for dangerous goods.

If he accidentally pressed it someday, the one on fire might be himself.

Mofei was still holding his ground against Da Fei.

The unfortunate fellow who had been sprayed was not nearly so lucky.

The bar’s most abundant supply was alcohol, and its decor of concrete and wood only made it less likely to burn; there was precious little that could help put out the fire.

One underling in a leather jacket was still quick-witted enough to grab a fire extinguisher from beneath the counter and spray the man with it.

At once, the man’s screams grew even more piercing.

The bar used a dry powder extinguisher. It was impossible to tell whether that thing was compliant with regulations, since this was not exactly a legitimate place.

But judging by the final result, it was far from ideal.

Most of the flames on the hapless victim’s body were put out, but a few patches were still burning.

By now, Mofei no longer dared to even shake the little spray in his hand.

Small in size, enormous in lethality. A thing’s appearance could never be trusted.

He leaned closer to the nozzle and sniffed it, catching a smell like garlic.

Understanding dawned at once. “White phosphorus?”

That genius Long Er had actually put white phosphorus in a can and turned it into a spray?

No—how did he know this was white phosphorus?

Mofei glanced down at the card when he had a moment, and found that the contents had indeed changed.

He stared at the line marked [Explosion Expert] for a while, and had reason to suspect the card had been drawn here by the white phosphorus spray in his hand.

Still, with only a quick glance, he also noticed that although the card remained [Clown], its abilities were vastly different from those on the previous card.

This confirmed his earlier guess.

If a card’s traits could not be fully revealed at once, then a second draw was very likely to occur, or similar skills might appear on different cards.

Anything was possible.