Like the rumble of a muffled thunder, the explosion echoed from the left front of Mars, causing everyone's eardrums to ache.
Immediately after, flames surged skyward, accompanied by thick black smoke.
"Arthur, are you insane? That's my armory!" Mars roared.
All the good things he had acquired were inside, and now, they're obliterated, leaving nothing behind.
"Your wedding gift, do you like it?" Arthur laughed, seemingly oblivious to Mars's anger.
Mars cursed several times, then suddenly saw Arthur's helicopter moving towards his treasury...
His expression changed drastically, panic setting in completely.
The Field Family's gold bars, accumulated over a hundred years, were stored there. If Arthur blew it up, what would he do?
"Damn it, Arthur, what exactly do you mean?" Mars shouted angrily, so furious he wanted to grab Arthur and beat him to a pulp.
"You want to marry my little troublemaker, how do you think... I should congratulate you?" Arthur said, then hung up the phone.