The fuse burned rapidly and intensely, contrasting with the icy, frozen atmosphere in the hall, leaving people breathless. The old hand from the Jianghu, Ren Jun, and the instigator himself, Huo Zilong, both stared blankly at the burning fuse, their expressions extremely grave. In contrast, Ye Fan appeared very relaxed, puffing on a cigar, with his eyes half-closed.
"What you've got inside is firecracker powder, isn't it? And the fuse was taken from a firecracker too?" Ye Fan spoke to Huo Zilong with a smile, all while admiring the burning fuse.
Huo Zilong was in no mood to chat with Ye Fan. Although the explosives were made with black gunpowder and had been hastily produced by a local firecracker workshop, their power was still considerable. The workshop staff had told him that if it exploded, it could definitely destroy a building.
