Zhao Rong and his four companions stared at the old beggar, who was holding a mysterious weapon in his hand: a power bank. They began to whisper amongst themselves, their discussion growing heated.
The assistant racked their brain while studying the power bank in the old beggar's hand. "The internet is full of news about power banks exploding," they said. "I'm telling you, that thing he's holding is definitely a bomb."
Lili, ever the quick thinker, chimed in, "Since every weapon this old beggar pulls out is so bizarre, we have to think unconventionally. I'm guessing it's not a bomb, but some kind of chemical weapon."
Yu Lan pulled out her phone, opened Baidu, and searched for "power bank." "I think it's definitely a mysterious weapon," she said. "As for what kind... my guess is it's a demolition charge."
