Loo Xingchen's men all had an air of aggression, truly believing they were in the presence of explosive material.
Whoosh, the burning sanitary pad quickly spread into the alcohol tester, descending like a torch from the sky.
"What is this..." someone yelled, and with a snap, the tester exploded, igniting a fire.
This device had a wonderful name, Molotov cocktail, also known as a petrol bomb.
Shen Dong's youthful face flickered with devilish ferocity as he stepped forward, the people in front of him screaming nonstop as they ignited.
One person after another, the flames spread in an instant.
The Grim Reaper's scythe hung over the necks of each person. Those not affected ran madly towards the exit of the Crown, contemplating being hacked to death, but not being burned alive...
Thump! Shen Dong smashed the fire-fighting equipment with his head and grabbed the high-pressure hose to begin spraying the people on fire.