When Zhao Rong and his companions saw the old beggar suddenly pull a hairdryer from his pocket, they exclaimed in surprise, "Damn it, what trick is this old beggar up to now? Why would he pull out a hairdryer? Does he want to give us new hairstyles?"
Holding the hairdryer, the old beggar primed it like a weapon and laughed. "Young people, you think this is a hairdryer? Well, it's not. It's a flamethrower."
The moment Zhao Rong realized the hairdryer was a flamethrower, he roared at his assistant and the three women, "Get back! A flamethrower can incinerate a person in seconds! If we don't move now, we'll just have to watch ourselves burn to death!"
As he shouted, Zhao Rong led his assistant and the three women to scatter. The instant they dove for cover, the old beggar pulled the hairdryer's trigger. A massive jet of fire erupted from the device. Anything it touched was instantly burned to ash, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
