Chapter 9: Grade B Yellow, The Mall (9)

The first explosion erupted from the largest hydrogen balloon in the atrium. Hydrogen ignited instantly, spreading with astonishing speed. After one massive balloon burst and exploded, it quickly set ablaze the myriad of balloons scattered throughout the mall.

One explosion followed another. Only at this moment did the host and all the infected realize just how many balloons filled the mall.

Xu Yiliu and Sheng Mo resorted to an old trick: splashing water on the floor, then taking a running start before sliding out of the main entrance together.

They rolled away from the roaring flames, each with their hair singed considerably.

Xu Yiliu touched her tailbone. “That was close to breaking.”

Sheng Mo snorted, saying nothing.

She had imitated the move by rote. Though it looked simple, the risk was high. It was fortunate she hadn't fractured her tailbone on the first attempt.

Xu Yiliu brushed off her clothes and stood, grabbing Sheng Mo by the collar to drag the barely conscious man a little farther away.

His ribs were broken, yet he had endured the pain to help her complete their entire plan. Sweat poured down his forehead in great beads. Now that it was over, his breath faltered. Though he grumbled softly, he lay motionless on the ground.

Sheng Mo glanced back at the fire engulfing the entire mall and remarked, “I have to hand it to you—wicked, truly wicked.”

Xu Yiliu chuckled, “You should say I’m as cunning as Zhuge Liang. What do you mean ‘wicked’—you’re uneducated!”

Sheng Mo snorted again but inwardly admired her.

He was certain: without Xu Yiliu, he alone could never have made it through this mission.

He had even asked the system about the difficulty classification of the task.

At that moment, Xu Yiliu was asking the same question.

System: [Cleaning tasks are categorized by difficulty into Grades A, B, C, and D. Task zones are divided into Red, Yellow, and Green modes.]

Xu Yiliu was surprised. [Our first mission, and we’re given Grade B?]

System: [Missions are assigned randomly.]

Xu Yiliu asked, [What are the approximate proportions of Grades A, B, C, and D?]

System: [Roughly 1:100:10,000:100,000.]

Xu Yiliu: [...]

They were truly lucky.

Since uttering that ridiculous line, Sheng Mo had abandoned all pretense of dignity. Every movement pained him, so he no longer cared about appearances, lying on the ground and staring at the towering blaze.

“Such a massive fire,” he said.

Xu Yiliu sat cross-legged, eyes flickering with the reflection of flames. “Hydrogen balloons combined with the gas stoves in the fourth-floor restaurants—enough to burn the entire building down.”

Sheng Mo said, “I’m impressed you thought of burning down the mall.”

Xu Yiliu fixed her gaze on the mall’s direction. “I just hope it doesn’t come back to life with the spring breeze.”

Dealing with the host was hard, but even harder were the other infected.

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