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The street lights were dim, casting the Dali Hua Hotel into the night, with only the burning middle-aged housewife glowing like an eternal torch in the darkness.
Tang Zheng withdrew his gaze, the slightly dim cigarette tracing an elegant arc as if a diver executing a beautiful dive and achieving a perfect score of the highest difficulty.
Boom, the cigarette landed on the bald man's body, instantly igniting the gasoline, and the flames spread, engulfing him completely.
The bald man rolled in agony, trying to extinguish the tongues of fire on his body. His cotton suit only exacerbated the blaze, especially as it melted and stuck to his skin, causing excruciating, bone-deep pain.
The suited men were terrified and scrambled to crawl away, futilely, since their legs had been shot to pieces.
With a gun in one hand, Tang Zheng fired single shots beside them, bullets striking the asphalt road and sparking, igniting the gasoline.
