Chapter 127: A Simple Experimental Method

From the inventory, the amount of gunpowder raw materials here was not yet to an exaggerated degree. Bai Yingxiong did intend to get into the arms trade, but he was likely still in the observation stage. Liu Mofei’s presence was probably just his nature to grab a bit on the way through. Some people feel they've lost out if they don’t get a bargain.

Seeing the warehouse stock, Mofei understood: Bai Yingxiong was just taking advantage of the situation. Regardless of whether Mofei was truly useful, Bai hadn’t lost anything.

Gazing at the glass counter inside the warehouse, Mofei rubbed his fingers and turned to Xiaobai: “How about I show you a few tricks?”

Xiaobai raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly, “Fine.”

“Give me an iron sheet and a hammer,” Mofei rolled up his sleeves, “I’ll teach you how to make stable explosives.”

Xiaobai signaled a guard by the door, who nodded and went to fetch the items as instructed. Mofei took potassium chlorate and a small amount of TNT from the labeled shelves, calling out to Xiaobai, “Go get me some sesame oil too, and make it quick—don’t waste time.”

The man hadn’t even fully joined the group and was already bossing people around.

Xiaobai held his breath and dutifully ordered the guards outside.

Mofei wanted sesame oil to stabilize the potassium chlorate, making the explosive less sensitive. Potassium chlorate, the main ingredient of the explosive, is highly unstable and detonates upon impact. Adding oils like sesame, peanut, or hemp oil effectively reduces this risk.

Mofei mixed potassium chlorate and sesame oil in an 8.5 to 1.5 ratio and placed a small piece on the iron sheet.

“Look, don’t say I’m keeping secrets. I’m about to teach you a simple yet useful trick.” Mofei stood by the iron sheet holding the hammer. “Stability in explosives is crucial; otherwise, they might blow up before shipment, which would be pointless.”

“To test if the explosive is stable enough—” Mofei raised the hammer and struck down hard.

The onlookers were startled, stepping back or gasping. The hammer struck the small piece on the iron sheet, yet there was no explosion.

“See? If it doesn’t blow up when hit, it’s stable enough,” Mofei said, then picked up another piece and placed it on the sheet. “This one has just a little oil added. Want to give it a try?”

He handed the hammer over, handle first, to Xiaobai.

Xiaobai felt provoked.

He took the hammer, glanced at the small piece on the iron sheet, sneered, and casually smashed down.

A loud bang erupted, and sparks flashed briefly beneath the hammer.

The other guards were thoroughly frightened.

Xiaobai held the hammer, licking his molars as he sized up Mofei.

“That’s the power of science,” Mofei grinned widely and turned to embrace the large chunk of freshly prepared explosive on the counter to show them. “If this blows, this warehouse becomes a giant detonator. We’d all be flying to the heavens together.”

Before anyone could react, he loosened his grip.

The large chunk fell to the ground, shattering into a muddy mess.

Seeing the already prepared explosive ruined on the floor, a chilling realization gradually crept over the others.

“See, I know exactly what I’m doing,” Mofei continued cheerfully. “If you want more power, you can add some TNT. But with the right container, this mix’s power won’t be any less than TNT.”

He gave a thumbs-up. “Very nice!”

Mofei’s bright and sunny smile made Xiaobai’s spine shiver all the way to his skull.

A madman. People like this were truly insane.

That small unstable piece of explosive had sparked so fiercely when hammered; yet he tossed a massive chunk straight to the floor without hesitation?

This was a gunpowder warehouse—no electricity was even allowed inside.

If it blew up, they wouldn’t need to worry about body collection or evidence destruction.

Judging by the amount of gunpowder stored here, the blast would leave only a crater; nothing else would remain.

As someone who could mix explosives, Mofei surely understood the consequences and power of such an act, but he did it anyway.

Though young and ruthless, Xiaobai still valued his life.

He stepped forward, grabbed Mofei by the collar, and dragged him out of the warehouse.

Mofei protested repeatedly, “Hey, why the rush? Let me blindfold myself first, or I’ll just close my eyes voluntarily.”

“Calm down! If you see too much later, you won’t silence me, right?”

Ignoring Mofei’s nonsense, Xiaobai led him out, ordered the guards to lock the door, then punched Mofei squarely in the face.

Xiaobai thought the punch was just a warning, a way to vent frustration—nothing more.

But after the blow, Mofei flew backward with the force and slammed motionless onto the ground.

“Playing dead?” Xiaobai kicked his foot.

Mofei lay face down, completely still.

Seeing how Mofei had been flung away by the punch, Xiaobai cursed under his breath and grabbed his collar to pull him up.

Mofei’s body was limp; his head hung low and eyes tightly shut.

Xiaobai shook his wrist; no response.

No pulse change either. Was he really unconscious?

Xiaobai was puzzled.

The punch shouldn’t have been that powerful. Could it be that this man was just that weak?

He couldn’t understand but couldn’t leave him there either. Holding his breath, he threw Mofei into the car.

“Take him back to the villa. I’ll report to the boss at the estate.”

After instructing the driver, Xiaobai watched the vehicle carrying Mofei drive away and got into another off-road vehicle himself.

When the car reached the villa, the driver was about to call for help to carry Mofei out.

Before he could speak, Mofei, who had seemed dead the whole way, suddenly opened his eyes, got up, opened the door, and got out in one smooth motion.

After stepping out, he even straightened his coat, smiled, waved thanks to the driver, and strode confidently into the villa.

The driver stood by the car, watching, then quietly got in and left.

He realized Mofei was faking it.

If he had told Xiaobai right away, it would have been Mofei taking the beating, and he wouldn’t have gained any favor.

Besides, no one else knew about this, so when he met Xiaobai again, he could gently break the news to ease the tension.

Honestly, the driver thought if Xiaobai insisted on fighting Mofei, it would be risky.

Madmen weren’t scary; capable madmen were.

These were the kinds of people who would drag others down with them at the slightest provocation—better to avoid them than confront them.

This was the survival skill of the small and powerless.