"Since that's the case, then I'll fulfill your wish."
Xinmu shook his head regretfully, pulling out something resembling a firework from his pocket.
He placed it on the ground and lit the fuse. With a "pop", the firework shot into the sky, blossoming into a deep red flower.
Though the firework was beautiful, everyone's mood was far from pleasant.
As the firework faded, Hong Zhongkai frowned deeply and shouted, "What are you up to? Setting off a firework? Do you think we're fools?"
Xinmu waved his hand, "This is a signal flare. As long as I set it off, it means there's danger, which means Qin Hao will definitely come to save me."
"I see."
Everyone suddenly understood, and Old He mocked, "So, it seems Qin Hao really values you..."
Hong Zhongkai sneered beside him, "It's rare for a mutt to find a kindred spirit, of course he treasures it."
