On the other end of the phone, Xu Wenqiang clearly froze, even suspecting that he misheard.
"Ah? Young Master, you want... shit?"
"Right, the older the better, the stinkier the better."
Yue Xiaofei leisurely instructed, "Find a few sprinkler trucks or honey-wagon trucks, and fill them up for me."
"Also, go to the pig farm and chicken farm, and collect some fresh ones."
"Be sure to mix them well and ferment them properly."
"This is the 'welcome gift' we are giving to General Ito."
Although Xu Wenqiang was completely confused and had no idea what this young master was up to.
His biggest advantage, however, was being obedient.
"Understood! Rest assured, Young Master, this kind of stuff... comes in large, satisfying portions! I'll have people scoop some up right now!"
Hanging up the phone, Han Duoduo looked at Yue Xiaofei, the expression on her face extremely colorful.
"Xiaofei, you... are you trying to..."
"Napalm, which water cannot extinguish and sand cannot cover."
Yue Xiaofei shrugged. "But this thing has a nemesis. That is this kind of viscous, moist fluid full of organic matter."
"It can both cut off oxygen and lower the temperature."
"Most importantly..."
The smile on Yue Xiaofei's face became extremely evil.
"Just imagine."
"When Ito Yūgorō strikes a pose, ready to light himself on fire to commit ritual self-immolation and shape himself into a tragic hero."
"Suddenly, 'dew' falls from the sky."
"Several tons of aged, old shit pour down on him head and face."
"Can he still light it?"
"Can he still look heroic and grand?"
"The cameras of the entire world won't capture a hero in the raging fire, but an old scumbag covered in big shit, reeking to high heaven."
"This scene is what you call a classic!"
"Pfft—hahaha!"
"How utterly shady! Xiaofei,