Bai Zheng hesitated for a moment and didn't immediately take the lighter. He turned his head to look at the cylindrical object tied to the tree branch, about two or three centimeters long, with a fuse at the tail.
Seeing Bai Zheng's hesitation, Zheng Mo impatiently grabbed his hand and placed the lighter on it. "Hurry up and light it. What's there to hesitate about?"
Bai Zheng looked at the lighter in his hand and then glanced at Zheng Mo.
Zheng Mo's eyes showed an encouraging look. "Don't worry, this small amount won't attract the police's attention. Even if they want to investigate, we'll be finished before they find anything."
Bai Zheng wasn't afraid of the police, of course. He remembered the only time in his life when he had played with fireworks.
