Bai Moli looked as if she were facing a formidable enemy, immediately adopting a fighting stance.
Jiang Yue'er was also dumbfounded by this group of people. Never mind carrying stools and propping up tables—Senior Brother Zhang, my good man, are you dragging a huge tank of liquid nitrogen around because you think the weather is hot and you want to cool everyone down?
Then there was the bespectacled boy making explosives, holding a constantly bubbling beaker and shouting at Jiang Cheng:
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