"Feel the beauty of explosive art!"
Tom's lips curled up, revealing a nearly maniacal smile.
At this moment, Tom was no longer the cautious and careful butler in front of Fang Xiaocao.
Instead, he reverted to his original splendor as a bomb maniac.
The aesthetics of explosions are, in essence, insanity.
Tom raised his guns, holding a Sprite Ball Bomb in each hand, and threw them wherever the crowds were thickest, playing to his love of stirring up excitement.
As long as someone from the Pawnshop was within his throwing range, Tom would, without changing expression, generously send out the carefully assembled Sprite Ball Bombs in his hands, inviting the enemy to appreciate his explosive art together.
Boom Boom Boom—
Explosions echoed one after another.
Forget about the people from the Pawnshop.
Even Taotie and Hummingbird were stunned by the continuous blasts.
They all knew that deep down, Tom was filled with the insane genes of a tyrannical dragon.
