Whoosh~
That powder unexpectedly ignited with purple flames.
The little underling excitedly pointed at the flames and said,
"Magnesium…"
"Magnesium your ass! Haven't you been to school?"
"No… didn't go…"
The boss was almost driven mad by his illiterate underling. If blame is to be placed, blame it on the North American illiteracy rate of 23%.
But honestly, if someone had an education, why would they be in a gang?
"Magnesium burns silver-gray. This is potassium nitrate! Who bought this stuff?"
"Bought it from old John."
"Must have taken the wrong one."
"Damn." That little punk thought it was all old John's fault for getting him yelled at.
"Tomorrow I'll smash up his shop."
"Smash your ass. Go get two more bags of glitter and redo it, otherwise we won't make the shipping time!"
The punk nodded hastily, quickly walked towards the storage warehouse, ready to pick out two new raw materials.
