006 The Inevitable Outcome

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The relentless sounds echoed through the solitary house, resembling festive firecrackers. From a distance, scattered sparks flickered into the night.

The man was utterly dumbfounded by Mo Bai’s antics.

That potato landmine was wildly swinging a green onion as if possessed, charging forward. Just as he thought Mo Bai intended to engage in close combat, the bastard surprisingly threw the green onion aside.

And then it exploded again.

This time, the green onion didn’t even hit him; it merely touched the ground and—like a potato—it detonated with a bang.

He nearly had his leg blown apart.

Thankfully, Mo Bai was in a remote area with few neighbors; otherwise, a crowd of onlookers would have gathered to watch the spectacle by now.

After throwing all the green onions, Mo Bai began tossing potatoes, garlic, and radishes—anything that could be grown in the field was hurled out.

Eventually, Mo Bai even found a twisted pleasure in it, as if he understood why they said art is an explosion.

Throwing bombs felt exhilarating!

“Enough of this!!!” the man finally roared in frustration, barely dodging another explosion. “Wasting food is shameful, you bastard!”

Mo Bai blinked in confusion.

“You’re even going on about saving resources? Who do you think you are? I’ll blow you to bits!”

The man felt helpless and bitter. Had he known Mo Bai was this terrifying, he would have finished him off immediately, never letting him near green onions or potatoes.

This wasn’t an ordinary person; he was a one-man Burger King.

Were all magical girls’ families this fearsome?

What the man didn’t realize was that even indoors, Mo Bai could use vegetables as bombs—he just hadn’t wanted to waste them. After all, Mo Mo would want to eat them later.

Having had enough of the explosions, the man shed his human guise and transformed into a shadow, swiftly closing in on Mo Bai.

“Hey! You monster, finally revealing your true form, huh?”

Mo Bai remained completely unfazed, still clutching several cloves of garlic. If necessary, he could throw them at himself; after all, he was immune to explosion damage.

But the shadowy man didn’t pounce directly. Instead, he abruptly veered to Mo Bai’s left side.

What was on his left?

Mo Bai squinted. There it was—the fruit knife he used for cutting grass!

Alright, alright, so he wanted to use the knife? No way!

Mo Bai raised the garlic, ready to ignite another blast, but unexpectedly, the shadowy man tossed the knife to him.

“Huh?”

Mo Bai caught the knife, bewildered. He had no idea what the man intended. Throwing a throwing knife wasn’t supposed to be that light and casual.

Soon, Mo Bai realized he couldn’t move.

Not that he was frozen, but that he was mirroring the man’s movements exactly.

Under the sparse light, the man’s grotesquely expanding shadow intertwined with Mo Bai’s own.

“Heh, to devour a shadow directly requires close proximity, but controlling shadows to make you mimic my every move? That’s less restrictive...” The man grinned villainously, “I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.