Lin Lang was in a foul mood. The moment he entered that room, he discovered it was piled high with jars of gunpowder, with several fuses leading outside.
Before he could even get out, the gunpowder ignited and exploded.
If he had not swiftly activated his indestructible vajra body and raised his protective astral energy, he would have been gravely injured, if not killed.
Although he had suffered little injury, he had just changed into a whole new outfit, inside and out.
The clothes had patterns embroidered in gold thread, gems at the cuffs, and even a belt made of jade. The outfit was worth a thousand gold pieces, and now it was all gone, leaving only a pair of undershorts.
He, the Number One Under Heaven Richest, had actually ended up looking like a disciple of the Beggars' Gang.
All because Wan Yulou had set off one fucking enormous firecracker!
Looking at Lin Lang's condition, Wan Yulou concluded that he must be putting on a brave front.
No one could emerge unscathed from a courtyard holding that much gunpowder.
If Lin Lang were truly fine, he would never look so bedraggled. Wan Yulou even sensed that his aura had become unsteady. He was bluffing.
"Lord Lin, what were you doing in the Firearms Bureau's powder magazine? And you even set it alight! Do you know that's a capital offense punishable by beheading and confiscation of your property?!"
"Surrender now, and I can still plead for you before His Majesty. Otherwise, you will suffer an agonizing execution."
As he spoke, Wan Yulou waved a hand. Four trusted Depot Chiefs approached Lin Lang, each at the grandmaster peak and each someone he had cultivated for years.
Although he was certain Lin Lang was injured, he did not know how badly, so