"Uranium... uranium ingot?!"
Rappaso's expression looked worse than if he had eaten shit. He desperately tried to shake the thing off. "Damn it, how is this possible? How do you have something this terrifying?!"
"This is investment-grade uranium, a hard currency with 99.99% uranium content."
Fang Mo was in no hurry at all. Sitting in his chair, he smiled and asked, "By the way... do you believe in radiation?"
"I..."
Before Rappaso could say anything else, Fang Mo suddenly cut him off and slowly spoke in a calm tone. "I really admire the first person who dared catch a uranium ingot with his bare hands. Maybe he'll get cancer?"
"You..."
Rappaso was genuinely panicking now. Cold sweat drenched his back almost instantly, but he still gritted his teeth and pretended to stay calm. "What kind of joke is this?! You're definitely messing with me, right? I won't believe any of your schemes!"
"You're right."
Fang Mo looked at him with a hint of pity. "But everyone has to go to heaven eventually."
"...Eek!"
Rappaso truly couldn't hold it together anymore. He was terrified of dying. After all, he was only an assassin hired by Dio for money; there was no need to throw his life away.
"Don't you think it feels warm in your hand?"
At that critical moment, Fang Mo spoke again. "That warmth comes from radiation. In the end, your skin will rot and your muscles will melt, and you'll die slowly... Your Yellow Temperance is indeed nearly invincible. It can even easily block Star Platinum's attacks, but what can you do against high-energy particles on a microscopic scale?"
"In a distant black-soil land, there was a group of simple northeastern folks. They didn't say someone died; they only said he'd gone to enjoy radiation."
"The warmth you