"Pick him up? Pick up my ass..."
Lu Xin jumped straight up in fright, then realized he wasn't wearing any clothes and sat back down in the bathtub.
He turned to look at the spots outside the window where clouds of fire were exploding, and his whole person was already dumbfounded.
In an instant, he reassessed the intelligence of this guy called Night Owl. He called that thing fireworks?
He called this kind of behavior revealing his position?
At this moment, let alone going to pick him up, Lu Xin even felt like he should hurry up and leave the city...
But just as Lu Xin was starting to panic, the club's chat room suddenly became lively.
Mechanic:?
Hydra:?
Clockwork Orange: You moron, did you blow up the armory?
Night Owl: No, just a few rockets. I didn't know how to fire the one on the truck, otherwise I would've used that.
As he spoke, he also privately messaged Lu Xin to ask when Lu Xin was coming to pick him up.
Clockwork Orange: Horrified/Don't. It wasn't easy for me to buy a house.
Lu Xin looked wary. He wanted to fire something even bigger?
Red Shoes: Oh my, so it was you who did that? You gave me quite a scare...
Red Shoes: By the way, does anyone know Zhu Jia Liang?
Clockwork Orange: I think he's Mr. Zhu's eldest son, one of the several top executives of Kindling. Why do you ask?
Red Shoes: I'm planning to throw him off a ninety-nine-story building.
Clockwork Orange:?
Blood Droplet:?
Lu Xin:??
This Trip I Must Kill Dracula, or My Name Isn't Wang: Fuck, it's so lively over there?
This Trip I Must Kill Dracula, or My Name Isn't Wang: Wait for me. I'll come over as soon as I