Old Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his wrinkled and somewhat weathered face now exuded a chilling and sinister aura.
He slowly raised his right hand, which had been tightly gripping the lighter, as if that hand held the weight of the entire world's fate.
In the dim light of the fire, one could clearly see that the corners of Lao Mo's mouth were slightly upturned, forming an extremely eerie smile.
That smile was like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Mo gently shook his wrist.
In an instant, the lighter in his hand tumbled through the air like a ignited meteor, its flames still burning.
It traced a graceful arc, like a dazzling bolt of lightning, speeding straight toward the pile of gasoline emitting a pungent odor.
Everyone present stared wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the arc of light dancing in the air, not daring to relax for a moment.
Everyone knew that once that tiny flame fell into the gasoline, it would ignite an uncontrollable raging fire, followed by a deafening explosion.
At that time, this land will be engulfed by flames, and everything will turn to ashes.
And their so-called "feats" will once again shock the entire Dragon Kingdom.
Within just two days, they committed two shocking crimes, using this extreme and crazy behavior to prove their existence and audacity.
At the same time, it was also to give himself more leverage in negotiating with that mysterious figure named Jiang Sheng.
In this pitch-black darkness, everyone seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear, not daring to even breathe, silently holding their breath, nervously awaiting the impending, awe-inspiring moment when flames would soar into the sky.
In the suffocating silence, suddenly, a dark figure appeared silently before everyone like a ghost.
No one could see where the mysterious figure came from, nor could anyone figure out how it approached them so quickly.
Everything happened so fast that it was as if a blur had passed before his eyes, and the lighter, which had been tumbling in the air and was about to fall to the ground, had already landed steadily in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, with a soft "click," he closed the lighter cap without hesitation.
In an instant, the entire world was once again swallowed by endless darkness, with not a single ray of light remaining.
However, in the brief, dazzling moment before the flames died down, people still vaguely caught a glimpse of that resolute face and that slightly short, stocky yet powerful body.
Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, his resolute face and unique physique have been deeply etched into everyone's mind, unforgettable.
"Who, who is it?"
The deep night, like a huge black curtain, enveloped the surroundings, inspiring fear.
Suddenly, screams of terror came from all directions.
At that moment, the experienced Lao Mo instinctively reached for his waist, and a short-barreled shotgun instantly appeared in his hand.
It's important to understand that in China, a country with extremely strict gun control, even someone as resourceful as Lao Mo went to great lengths to finally obtain this short-barreled shotgun as a weapon for self-defense.
However, just as Lao Mo raised the muzzle of his gun, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
Immediately afterwards, with a "whoosh" sound, an unidentified object slammed into his wrist holding the gun with lightning speed!
In an instant, a piercing pain surged through him like a tidal wave, and Old Mo couldn't help but scream out in agony.
At the same time, his grip on the shotgun loosened involuntarily, and the shotgun, along with the mysterious object that had attacked him, fell to the cold, hard ground.
By the dim moonlight, Old Mo looked closely and couldn't help but gasp – it turned out that what had hit his wrist and caused him to drop his shotgun was the very lighter he had just thrown!
At this moment, the once raging flames had long since died out, leaving only a black shell.
This seemingly insignificant little lighter was used precisely as a weapon by the newcomer in the pitch-black environment, successfully knocking the gun out of his hand.
"A master! Absolutely a master!"
Old Mo was secretly amazed. To be able to so accurately and quickly knock the gun out of his hand with just a small lighter in such dark and complicated conditions, this person's skill and reaction speed were simply beyond imagination.
"Fire!" In the chaos, Old Mo didn't even have time to look back at his companions before he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Immediately afterwards, he bent down quickly and reached out his hand towards the familiar hunting rifle on the ground like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
However, at this critical moment, the enemy clearly would not give Old Mo any chance to catch his breath.
Just as Old Mo bent down, before his fingers even touched the cold barrel of the hunting rifle, a huge and invisible force suddenly came from behind, like a ferocious python instantly coiling around his neck.
In an instant, Lao Mo felt his breath catch in his throat, and his entire body involuntarily rose into the air.
His once tall and imposing body, as solid as an iron tower, was now like a helpless shrimp, easily kicked off the ground by his opponent.
It's worth noting that Lao Mo is nearly 1.85 meters tall and weighs over 160 kilograms.
But now, the person who came only used one hand to so easily and freely control him in mid-air, as if he were carrying a weightless rag doll.
At this moment, Lao Mo's heart sank, and an unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart.
He knew that anyone with such amazing strength and skill was no ordinary person.
Without a doubt, I have encountered a true master today, and he is very likely the most outstanding master among masters!
Despite being completely paralyzed and unable to move, Lao Mo still managed to squeeze out three words from deep in his throat with all his might.
"Who are you?"
In his past memory, no one had ever displayed such terrifying strength and skill.
However, the visitor did not respond to Lao Mo's question.
Instead, the man simply asked coldly with a blank expression.
"You're Old Mo?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
"That's right, it is me. You fucking let go."
Old Mo struggled desperately, but the man remained unmoved, his steel-like hands tightly gripping Old Mo's body, leaving him helpless.
"You're the one who shot and wounded Tiger, right?"
The man's voice remained devoid of any emotion.
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