What had been snapped?
Arthur found out a moment later.
The hiss of a burning fuse beside his ear was all too familiar.
Without hesitation, he had the two [Hands of the Void] throw the wicker chest over, caught it, turned, and ran.
Of course, he did not forget to warn Wiggins.
In fact, the street-born Golden Fingers needed no warning from Arthur. The moment he saw Arthur running, he took to his heels.
Just as the two of them had put more than twenty meters behind them-
Boom!
Flames surged upward.
Not only was the house Toad had used as a hideout blown to pieces, but five or six neighboring houses were also caught in the blast.
Wiggins looked back at the scene, his face still filled with lingering fear.
He had already tried his hardest to overestimate the danger of accompanying Arthur.
Only now did he realize that even his highest estimate fell short of Arthur's baseline.
Never mind the explosion before him-even the crossbow bolts from earlier were rarely seen on the streets. Most street gangs still favored sickles and pitchforks, with proper swords and sabers appearing only occasionally.
Only some of the more powerful gangs possessed crossbows and flintlocks.
As for an explosion like this?
Not a chance!
As far as he knew, no street gang outside Rat Street could possibly have anything like that.
If one did, that gang would cease to exist.
"We're in big trouble!"
While Wiggins muttered to himself, Arthur placed 150 Gold Tickets in his hand.
"What's this?"
Wiggins looked at Arthur in confusion.
"Compensation!"
Arthur pointed at the destroyed houses.
Compared with houses in the Shire District, those in the Dort District were undoubtedly much cheaper. In the Shire District, forget 150 Gold Tickets-even 1,500 would not have covered five