Beside him, Lu Ziye was so stunned his jaw nearly hit the ground.
He looked the man before him up and down-the reeking Cultist robe, the ash glasses-as though meeting him for the first time.
Lu Ziye couldn't help swearing. "Holy shit! Jiahao, you're so normal today it's abnormal!"
He leaned closer, suspicion written all over his face, and scrutinized Jiahao like a veteran internet café attendant.
"Come clean. After you logged off last night, did you visit some weird website, accidentally click a phishing link, and get your account stolen by some elite hacker?"
At that, Lu Ziye pressed his palms together with utmost reverence and bowed to Jiahao.
"Whoever you are, whatever divine power you serve, please stay inside Jiahao a little longer!"
"Whatever you do, don't give him his account back! Boss Jia is insanely cool right now!"
Beside him, Ma Lou nodded solemnly in wholehearted agreement.
"This humble servant seconds the motion!"
"Boss Jia is usually pretty sharp, but his brain never works this wildly! He's definitely been possessed!"
Hearing their utterly ridiculous yet heartfelt praise, Jiahao couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward beneath the shadow of his hood.
Then, under Ma Lou and Lu Ziye's dumbfounded stares, Jiahao suddenly extended his long, slender hands.
Holding that heavy Alchemical Bomb, he actually started performing basketball dribbles on the slippery mud!
"Holy shit! What are you doing? Don't drop it!"
Lu Ziye and Ma Lou nearly went into cardiac arrest, cold sweat instantly pouring down their bodies.
That was a fucking bomb!
Not a yo-yo!
If his hand slipped and it hit the ground, all three of them would instantly become a wisp of smoke drifting over the Wasteland!
Before Ma Lou and Lu Ziye could recover from the terror of potentially exploding