Chu Changge, who was beside Fatty, suddenly interjected, "I'm ready for whatever the other players might do."
Fatty, his neck stiff, turned to look at Chu Changge. "So, Brother Chu, when you said that... were those cans of gasoline you bought at the supermarket the other day for the event?"
Fatty was still wondering why Chu Changge would buy and store a few cans of gasoline, as their Spirit Car didn't require fuel.
Now he understood. It was for burning boats—other people's boats, of course.
The sun was slowly setting, and the dangerous night was approaching.
Fatty saw Chu Changge, who was beside him, suddenly raise his hand; a lighter was clenched in it.
Then Fatty heard a CLICK. Chu Changge had flicked open the lighter in his hand. A fingernail-sized flame appeared before him, illuminating his face against the backdrop of the gradually dimming sky.
