It clearly looked like the baton Qiong Xing knew, but perhaps it had been modified in some terrifying way.
Seeing the flames that come out of the tip made him think, Oh, then maybe matches aren't necessary anymore?
"That's amazing. Well, I probably won't use it for a while, so I'll put it away."
"…I see."
Since there was no place to step, he began putting back into the bag anything that he likely wouldn't use right away.
"I don't need a change of clothes right now, and the money is fine too. Oh, right, Joa."
"Hmm?"
Turning back to Joa who was watching with an exasperated look, Qiong Xing pointed at the weapons scattered around.
"If there are any weapons that seem useful, please choose some."
"You… want to get hurt again? Don't."
"Huh? No, not for me, it's for you, Joa."
Qiong Xing had absolutely no confidence in being able to handle any of these weapons.
He had no interest in carrying something that looked more likely to injure him than anything else.
"Huh?"
