After being yanked to his feet, Charlatan Mengde said nothing.
He merely grimly patted the dirt off himself before suddenly turning around, glaring at his teammate with a look that could nearly kill as he roared:
"You fucker!"
"Could you not pull the pin and suddenly shove it into my hand?"
"If I got blown to death, all these levels would've been for nothing!"
As he spoke, he pointed at the [LV6] marker above his head, jabbing at the air several times before continuing to emphasize:
"Sure, once firearms and power armor come out later in this game, levels won't matter as much, but they're still very useful right now!"
"I worked my ass off to save up these six levels, so show me some respect!"
"If I got blown up, could you even afford to compensate me?!"
However, Little Angel in Heaven merely smiled and raised both hands in a surrendering gesture, without the slightest hint of guilt on his face.
"I know you're in a hurry!"
"But please, don't be in such a hurry!"
As he spoke, he thoughtfully stepped forward and patted the dust off Charlatan Mengde's back.
"I only did it because I was confident."
"If you really might've been blown to death, I wouldn't have dared give it to you."
At that, Charlatan Mengde immediately frowned and stared at his teammate for several seconds before taking a deep breath and demanding:
"Stop trying to brush me off!"
"Tell me, what exactly is going on here?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the two crates, then at the newly blasted pit on the ground and the finished and half-finished products inside the shack.
"Those grenades of yours..."
"Are they real or fake?"
"It's only been less than two days, and you made this many?!"
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