The Molotov cocktail filled with strong liquor drew a graceful arc in the air like a meteor, smashed onto the land full of gravel and weeds, and immediately burst into flames.

The crowd immediately panicked, and the rapidly spreading flames awakened their most primitive fear of living creatures. In panic, they began to run around the camp, trying to find something to extinguish the fire, but the only thing in the camp was alcohol that would make the fire more difficult to control.

It was a liquid, and immediately after, another Molotov cocktail was thrown at the crowd and several companions who were immediately turned into pyromen by the flames brought this panic to a new climax.

The flames are getting stronger and stronger, with the potential to start a prairie fire, but the person who started it all has already gone away.

"It's so cool, Brandy," Lenny shouted excitedly, "Did you see it? Oh, I don't think you saw it, but you really should have seen the looks on those guys' faces!"

"It's a shame I didn't see it, Lenny," Brandi said with a smile, "but I think we'll definitely have a chance to see the same expression tonight."

"That's right," said Charles, "since one has been discovered, there must be a second and a third."

"So, before they come to visit us tomorrow, we have to do our best to be landlords," Brandi shouted, "speed up! Guys! Let's give the guests from afar a welcome gift!"

As a result, the forests, grasslands, and even lonely houses around Valentine were one after another flooded by fire. Looking down from the sky, they looked like bright stars.


Chapter completed!