Another sky-splitting explosion sounded, producing a ball of smoke that rose from the tree. Like a dragon, the smoke coiled and bound itself around Guo Pingrong's arm. Fragments of paper and flesh splattered everywhere, and those around the tree were instantly thrown into a layer of ash and dust.
Guo Pingrong's shriek broke the silent night, and a wild dog started barking from afar.
Within the painting hid an explosive, which Guo Pingrong's ferocious punch had activated, leading to his arm injury.
Meng Fuyao's series of plans had succeeded, from taking the guards down and diverting Guo Pingrong's attention to hiding a bomb within a beautiful painting, which had as planned provoked a heavy punch from him.
In that moment of explosion, Meng Fuyao hesitated no further. She gave him the finger and burst into maniacal laughter. Then, she fled westward with Qiao Ling still safe on her back.
