"Big brother, hurry! Go!" the tall underling shouted frantically, hurriedly pulling a carefully woven grass ball out of his pocket.
Fumbling in panic, he struck a lighter. With a click, it caught fire, and he hurled it without hesitation at the enemies surrounding Wu Zhihua.
Seeing this, He Zhongkui's expression changed drastically. He immediately bellowed a warning, "Stop standing there like idiots! Get out of the way!"
Although the group of underlings was full of confusion and had no idea what was worth avoiding about this seemingly unremarkable little object,
they had trusted their boss for so long that they dared not hesitate. One after another, they dodged to the side like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
The flames of the grass ball grew fiercer and fiercer, like an enraged beast rampaging wildly through the air.
After it hit the ground, it exploded with a thunderous boom, instantly bursting into clouds of gray smoke.
The smoke spread rapidly, soon enveloping a large area around them.
The air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell. It was like countless tiny needles stabbing straight into their nostrils.
Anyone who inhaled it felt as though their lungs were being scorched by fire. Violent coughing immediately rang out across the scene, rising and falling in waves.
Wu Zhihua had been prepared. He covered his mouth and nose in advance, and the instant the smoke made the encirclement disappear, he shot toward the entrance like an arrow released from a bow.
His footsteps were hurried, every step making the ground tremble faintly.
Before long, Wu Zhihua reunited with his two underlings. Without the slightest hesitation, the three of them immediately moved into the distance.
"Boss?" The group of underlings looked toward their boss, waiting for his order.
He Zhongkui's expression was