When Chen Mu returned to the Small Building, he was stunned to find it changed beyond recognition.
Even from far away, he could hear Bagnell bellowing at the top of his lungs. "Every last one of you, get your heads in the game! Heta, aren't traps your specialty? Set up every trick you know, understand? Every single one! Damn it, we made complete fools of ourselves in front of the boss today! All of you, shape up! We're elites! Elites! Do you know what that means? It means getting paid far more than ordinary Card Adepts to do more work, and harder work! How can we hold ourselves to ordinary standards..."
Bagnell suddenly spotted Chen Mu. He froze, then chuckled. "Boss, you're back!"
Chen Mu glanced around the room. Tiny, oddly shaped objects were scattered everywhere-on the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, and in dark corners. Pointing at them, he asked curiously, "What are these?"
"These are all little traps. This one's a card machinery bomb. Touch it, and bang, it explodes. Not all that powerful-just enough to blow off a leg or something. That one's a Honeycomb Kiss. Heh, as soon as an intruder gets close, it sprays a burst of scorching flame energy constructs. Very hard to dodge, and once it sticks to you, heh..."
Bagnell wore a sinister grin.
Chen Mu stared, taken aback, at the Bagnell before him, who seemed almost like a different person. Was this what Bagnell was really like?
"Boss, did you buy the Energy Cards?" Bagnell's question snapped Chen Mu out of his daze.
"Oh, yes. The auction house will deliver them shortly."
"Good! I'm going to put these little bastards through their paces!" He practically ground the words out through clenched teeth. Then his gaze landed on Wei'a, and