"Don't you bring your own lighter when you smoke?" The middle-aged Evil became irritated as he shook the blood off his hand, pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and walked towards the Chen family of three, handing it over: "Here. Hurry up. The boss will order the general attack soon."
"Thank you." Chen quickly changed the title above her head to display her identity, and happily accepted the lighter, passing it to Father Chen: "Here."
Father Chen: "..."
Father Chen: "You're playing with fire."
"Click."
Chen lit the lighter: "Isn't that exactly what 'playing with fire' is?"
Furtively glancing at the middle-aged Evil, Father Chen took the lighter and immediately lit the fuse of the fireworks.
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
White smoke began to rise.
The middle-aged Evil was immediately taken aback: "What are you doing?"
"Whoosh—Boom!"
Before Father Chen could explain, a "rocket" soared into the sky and burst into brilliant fireworks.
Then came the second one.
The third one.
