Reginald Darwin had only said it in passing, never expecting him to actually agree.
He quickly changed his tune, "Hahaha, a Superman is a Superman, but this can be put aside for now!"
"You've just arrived, let's have some drinks tonight and then a party tomorrow."
"Try again in a couple of days?"
"That won't do!" Yuan Tiangang glared, kicked off and mounted his electric scooter.
"Hurry up, follow me and open the door for this Daoist!"
With that, he rode his scooter straight towards the warehouse.
Reginald Darwin watched his retreating back, feeling speechless. Just then, he noticed the muscular man had appeared beside him at some point.
So he asked, "Cannon Barrel Da Vinci, what should we do about this?"
"Really let him go in to smoke? People will die!"
Yes, this muscular man was Da Vinci, the one who painted eggs!
He didn't just paint eggs; he was a polymath!
Like Shen Kuo, a true polymath!
For instance, building cannons!
He was proficient in ballistics, dynamics, artillery, and had served as chief ordnance engineer.
Truly amazing...
After arriving here, he became obsessed with fitness.
In his own words, he needed to maintain good health so he could outlive all other Da Vincis, becoming the sole one.
For this purpose, the portable rocket launcher became his personal exercise equipment, and he even had a cannon barrel tattooed on his forehead.
"He requested it himself, what does it have to do with us?"
"He hasn't been here today!"
Cannon Barrel Da Vinci finished speaking, slung the cannon barrel over his shoulder, and strode towards the warehouse.
About ten minutes later, the warehouse door opened.
Inside were all packaged TNTs, which were actually meant for blasting open mountains.
Yuan Tiangang grinned, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a cigar and matches, and prepared to light up for a good puff.
Seeing this, Reginald Nobel quickly and fearfully pulled others away.
Although the TNTs were all packaged, there were inevitably airborne particles in the air.
Once exposed to an open flame, at such close proximity, no one would escape!
Yuan Tiangang said nothing, his motion of striking the match stopped, and he waited until they had retreated to a safe distance.
"Chira..."
The sound of friction echoed in the warehouse.
Then, a puff of white smoke appeared.
The match was lit!
Yuan Tiangang suddenly froze, then quickly blew out the match.
"Damn it!"
"Almost got set up!"
A look of realization dawned on his face, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
"Damn it!"
"I actually took him seriously!"
"I should have realized it sooner!"
After muttering inexplicably for a moment, he picked up the matches again and struck them on the packaging box.
"Chira..."
Another match was lit.
Blown out.
"Chira..."
Another.
Blown out again!
He kept repeating this action mechanically.
The TNT in the warehouse didn't explode, but his shock wasn't because of that!
TNT can be detonated by open flame; that's a fact, no need to question it.
What shocked him was that he had only gotten a tattoo on the back of his head that morning, but now he felt something different!
Perhaps it was because his head was big and he used more pigment?
But these were no longer important!
The reason he kept striking matches was that he found he could clearly see the extremely subtle changes that occurred the instant the match was struck!
Friction, collision...
Friction, collision...
Friction, collision...
Repeating the actions of drawing, striking, blowing...
Yuan Tiangang's eyes widened further, this feeling was amazing!
It felt like his spirit was leaving his body!
More than ten years ago, he had coincidentally entered a similar state.
Back then, Fang Er was still in his mother's womb, and the Great Tang did not yet have airplanes.
But he had taken in the entire outline of the land with his "eyes"!
He had been trying to enter that state again, but without the opportunity, no one could force it.
But now, that tattoo allowed him to feel it so vividly!
He could even feel the tattoo pigment being absorbed by his blood, continuously stimulating his brain!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he acutely sensed a wisp of TNT powder drifting towards him.
So he decisively waved his sleeve.
The powder was instantly blown elsewhere by the wind.
"Chira..."
Another match was struck in his hand. He didn't blow it out this time, but carefully observed every minuscule change that occurred as the phosphorus and wood burned!
What a profound feeling!
His eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He blew out the match, stood up, and opened the door.
He dashed towards the electric scooter like lightning, not even saying goodbye to anyone, and sped away.
He passed through the research institute, followed the cement road, and arrived directly at Fang Er's doorstep.
He roughly kicked open the door, grabbed Su Feng, who came out to see what was happening, and asked excitedly.
"Where is Fang kid?!"
"In, in, in the kitchen!"
Seeing his urgency, Su Feng thought something had happened and quickly pointed towards the kitchen.
"Excuse me!"
Yuan Tiangang let go of him and darted into the kitchen like the wind.
His eyes scanned the room, and upon seeing Fang Er, he immediately rushed over and grabbed his shoulder.
"Give me!"
"I want it!"
Fang Er wasn't alone in the kitchen.
Chai Shao, that old man, was also there. Hearing this, he immediately scanned Fang Er and Yuan Tiangang with his large eyes.
And...
He kept looking below the waist...
Fang Er almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
"You old geezer, what do you mean 'want it'!"
"If you want women, go find Old Man Fang. I guarantee he'll take you to a different one every day, and they'll all be virgins!"
Yuan Tiangang quickly explained, "No, not women, it's that pigment number 290!"
Fang Er: !!!
If you want pigment, just say you want pigment!
Why make it sound so obscure!
Looking up and seeing his shiny bald head, he understood.
"You got it... tattooed on your head?"
Yuan Tiangang nodded frantically, his face filled with urgency.
"Yes! That pigment is effective, quickly, get me more."
"I've already thought of the designs!"
"The Three Pure Ones, Four Emperors, Five Elders, Six Ministers, Seven Luminaries, Eight Dippers, Nine Stars, Ten Heavens!"
"These will be tattooed on my arms and legs!"
"The periodic table on my chest!"
"And the reaction equations for various explosives on my back!"
"We must believe in science!"
Fang Er: ................
It sounded quite exciting, but why did it feel so out of place somewhere?