"Serve the food?"
Everyone nearby who hadn't gotten far stopped in their tracks.
What food?
At a time like this, the masked man wanted to order takeout?
Ito Yūgorō was also thrown by those baffling words.
"Three."
Yue Xiaofei sounded as though he were reading out a death sentence.
"Brat, quit playing tricks!"
Ito Yūgorō's finger was already pressing down on the lighter.
The blue flame danced wildly in the night wind, illuminating his old face, twisted with madness and calculation.
All he had to do was press it down.
The special chemical gel would instantly ignite the outer layer of his clothes, producing enough smoke and flame to obscure the view without harming his skin in the slightest.
He had rehearsed this scenario countless times in a laboratory in Eastern Japan.
This fire would burn the Dragon Kingdom's international reputation to ashes and break the nation's backbone!
"Two."
Yue Xiaofei spoke again, now with a hint of mockery.
Sister Chrysanthemum lay on the ground, holding her phone toward the old man about to "die for his cause," and screamed herself hoarse:
"Everyone! Remember this moment! This is the darkest day in the Dragon Kingdom's history! That demon is driving a hundred-year-old man to his death, and he's counting down! He's even smiling!"
Camera flashes went wild, and shutter clicks merged into a downpour.
Everyone held their breath.
Ito Yūgorō took a deep breath and thrust the flame toward the coarse robe over his chest, soaked with special fuel.
Die, you Chinese bastards!
"One!"
Yue Xiaofei abruptly stepped back and covered his nose and mouth with one hand.
RUMBLE—!
Behind the landscaped strips around the square, engines suddenly roared.
Five heavily modified tanker trucks smashed through the bushes like steel monsters. Closing in from all sides, they took up positions