496: Chapter 19 Late Summer Frenzy (4) 496: Chapter 19 Late Summer Frenzy (4) “Hold it right there, you son of a—hold it!” The blonde punk whipped out a pistol, fired a signal flare, and together with his accomplices hidden in the crowd, started sprinting towards Qin Qianbai.
“Stop!
Who dropped this durian?!” At the same time, Cao Hong, reeking from head to toe, charged out from the buffet area.
His body covered in stinky tofu and fermented herring, he stood under the blazing sun with an intensity so strong that it triggered an overwhelming chorus of gasps.
Qin Qianbai, dragging Kardesia, made it to the entrance of the teaching building.
To the left, a group of menacing figures in black was approaching; to the right, the superhuman weapons of the Mutual Assistance Association were charging with a terrifying momentum.
In that instant, confusion surged in his heart: “This…”
Kardesia spoke earnestly, “If I were you, I would fight the punks.
Getting blood on a girl is no big deal, but getting tangled with that thing over there spells real disaster.”
“…Makes sense.”
Believing his new friend’s advice to be truly sound, Qin Qianbai charged empty-handed towards the angry mob.
With a flick of Kardesia’s fingers, a wisp of flame soared into the sky, exploding into a burning top hat against the blue.
“Fight’s on, anyone who doesn’t want trouble better get out of the way!”
The superpower users of Sky City displayed professionalism far beyond elsewhere: whether they were onlookers, news photographers, or those rubbing their hands in anticipation of joining the battle, the moment they saw the signal, everyone began retreating in an orderly fashion, with no stampedes occurring.
Kidding me, it’s the Red Lion picking a fight, better run unless you’re aiming to be barbecue material.
Meanwhile, at the other side of the school, near the entrance to the haunted house, several of Cao Xin’s cronies saw the top hat and exchanged covert glances.
“Man, this diversion class is unreliable.
Wasn’t the plan to hit ’em with a fire pillar or a blast of flames straight away?
Why start with a top hat?”
“They must’ve switched to plan B due to the crowd.
How long did they say to delay the switch to direct combat?”
“One minute is enough; we better explode the diversion class before it flops.
Let’s go!”
Thus, bombs that had been secretly set up well before the event now entered a timed mode.
These specially customized explosives had the power to overturn a whole building and had special adjustments to their blast effects.
Each bomb’s explosion would bring forth red fireworks, looking identical to Kaldesia Spencer’s fire pillars.
Every bomb received the delayed detonation signal, including the hidden ordinance at the outdoor event site and the two boxes currently being carried by someone.
Not a single bomb made any sound.
“President, our event seems a bit too heated, even Wing of Death is here joining the basketball match,” a sharp-chinned man from the intelligence troop said.
“I saw Budman slam-dunking over there at the venue.”
“Is the enthusiasm for participating in the event so fervent?” the President asked in surprise.
“By the way, did you hear a ‘beep’ just now?
These two boxes of fireworks in my hands seem to be ticking.”
The bleeding man glanced towards the dreadful durian demon in the distance, then back at the fireworks in the President’s hands, sucking in a breath of air: “Hiss—!
President, did Cao Hong resist at all when you helped him move boxes earlier?”
“Seems like it,” the President nodded, toting a coffee pot.
“Does it mean he hid some mechanism that I don’t know about?”
“The five-pointed star-haired man asserted with certainty: “I get it, President.
It must be that Cao Hong feared the fireworks would be stolen, so he secretly installed an antitheft device.
If the person-box separation exceeds a certain time, this firework will explode prematurely!”
“Now there’s such nonsensical technology?” exclaimed the President.
“So, this thing is about to blow right now?
Dead ball, what do we do now?”
“President, I have an idea.” The bald brute gave a thumbs-up.
“Return the fireworks to Cao Hong, and won’t the antitheft device naturally deactivate?”
“Splendid tactic, worthy of our Mutual Assistance Association’s proud intelligence troop.” The President hoisted the two boxes of bombs onto his shoulder and ran off swiftly, shouting as he went: “Cao Hong!
The fireworks!
Your fireworks!!”
Gongsun Brother, why aren’t you lending a hand?” Qin An asked.
“No need, really.
Your gal is tough as nails, immune to blades and fire, and the lady with the top hat beside her could burn this school down with ease.
Them in a fight is like a he-man brawling with putty—why would they need my help?”
Qin An and Gongsun Ce hid behind a large tree, intently spying on the battlefield.
The two voyeurs occasionally whispered to each other, striking a sleazy pose akin to tabloid reporters despite their handsome looks.
“So, what’s your plan now?”
Qin An seemed amused and showed no intention of stepping in to help.
“The Wing of Death’s thugs wouldn’t make such a big fuss over a random skirmish in someone else’s territory unless there was another agenda.
Let’s not hurry, wait and see if anyone else arrives…”
With that, the malodorous Cao Hong had already run towards the center of the battlefield; not far behind him, a strange man with a coffee pot on his head, carrying two boxes, was closely followed by a motley crew shouting: “Your fireworks!
Your fireworks!”
The two trackers exchanged a glance, and Gongsun Ce said with an odd tone: “Well, it’s definitely not these guys…”
At such a moment, the three groups had converged at the entrance of the teaching building, fighting fiercely at the entrance of the haunted house that had been transformed on the first floor of the experimental building.
Kardesia struck first, her flames causing a chorus of screams, nearly robbing the crowd of their will to fight.
The top hat girl hurled three fireballs in quick succession, teasingly laughing: “Who gave you the courage to fight me?”