Zhao Rong and his four companions stared at the old beggar, who was holding a mysterious weapon in his hand: a power bank. They began to whisper amongst themselves, their discussion growing heated.

The assistant racked their brain while studying the power bank in the old beggar’s hand. "The internet is full of news about power banks exploding," they said. "I’m telling you, that thing he’s holding is definitely a bomb."

Lili, ever the quick thinker, chimed in, "Since every weapon this old beggar pulls out is so bizarre, we have to think unconventionally. I’m guessing it’s not a bomb, but some kind of chemical weapon." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Yu Lan pulled out her phone, opened Baidu, and searched for "power bank." "I think it’s definitely a mysterious weapon," she said. "As for what kind... my guess is it’s a demolition charge."

Frowning, Xuelian glanced at the pepper spray in her own hand before judging the item the beggar held. "I think that power bank is an LPG cylinder bomb. If it explodes, the power would be immense—enough to take down a whole building."

Hearing the speculations from the assistant and the three women, the old beggar burst out laughing. "You five youngsters may look smart," he cackled, "but you’re actually a bunch of fools! You’ve been guessing all this time, and not a single one of you has figured out what kind of mysterious weapon this is!" He laughed proudly.

However, just as the old beggar was dismissing them as fools, certain that no one could identify his weapon, Zhao Rong stepped forward. Pointing at the device in the beggar’s hand, he said with a smile, "Old beggar, I’ll tell you exactly what kind of weapon you’re holding."

The old beggar looked at Zhao Rong with contempt. "Kid, if you can correctly guess what this thing that looks like a power bank really is... I’ll eat it right here and now."

He thought to himself, This mysterious weapon in my hand... no one with an IQ under 200 could possibly guess what it is. He was certain that the dull-looking Zhao Rong would never figure it out.

But just as the old beggar was reveling in his own cleverness, Zhao Rong declared with unwavering certainty, "Old beggar, stop being so smug. That power bank in your hand is actually a genetic weapon."

Hearing this, the old beggar staggered back and collapsed onto the ground in shock. Staring at Zhao Rong in disbelief, he stammered, "Impossible... H-how did you figure it out?"

He thought frantically, Genetic weapons... That’s a type of weapon the world hasn’t even begun to develop yet! How could this young man possibly guess that the power bank I’m holding is actually a weapon that surpasses all human ingenuity—a genetic weapon?

When the assistant and the three women heard Zhao Rong say the power bank was a genetic weapon, they were completely baffled. "Zhao Rong," they asked, "we’ve heard of all sorts of weapons—cold steel, firearms, nuclear, chemical, and biological—but we’ve never heard of a ’genetic weapon’ before."

Lili stared, wide-eyed, scratching the back of her head in confusion. "Zhao Rong, can you explain? What is a genetic weapon?"

Zhao Rong explained, "A genetic weapon is a device that can alter a person’s genes."

At his words, Yu Lan stepped forward, placing a hand over her chest. "Zhao Rong, my family has a history of hereditary breast cancer. Does that mean if this weapon hits me, it could change our family’s genes and I’d never get breast cancer?"

Zhao Rong offered a small smile before his expression turned serious. "Yu Lan, you’re mistaken. A so-called ’genetic weapon’ does change your genes when it hits you, but those changes are always for the worse, never for the better."

Xuelian, still confused, asked, "Can you give us a tangible example to make it clearer?"

To help the three women understand just how terrifying a genetic weapon was, Zhao Rong gave them a clear example. "Alright, let’s use the assistant here," he began. "Right now, you see that they’re strong, full of life, and perfectly healthy. However, if this old man’s genetic weapon were to hit them... they would instantly develop cancer."

Terrified, the assistant asked, "Zhao Rong, if I got hit by a genetic weapon, what kind of cancer would I get?"

Zhao Rong answered with grave sincerity, "If you were hit by a genetic weapon, the most likely outcomes would be lung, stomach, bowel, or pancreatic cancer."

"Oh my god," the assistant groaned, a wave of dread washing over them. "If I got cancer, the late stages would be pure agony until I died... I’d rather be shot and die instantly than suffer through that."

After hearing Zhao Rong’s example, it was as if a light had switched on for the three women. They exclaimed in unison, "My god, so genetic weapons are that powerful... that terrifying... that twisted!"

Lili asked in horror, "Zhao Rong, if we women were hit by a genetic weapon, what kind of cancer would we get?"

Zhao Rong answered plainly, "If a woman is hit, the most likely cancers are breast, cervical, stomach, and lung cancer."

A chill ran down Lili’s spine. "Oh my god, that’s absolutely horrible. Genetic weapons are just too terrifying..."

While everyone was reeling in fear of the genetic weapon, the old beggar scrambled up from the ground. He opened the cap of the power bank, lit the fuse, and held it high in his hand, facing Zhao Rong’s group. "So, you guessed that this isn’t a power bank but a genetic weapon," he sneered. "But even if you’re right, I have no intention of honoring my promise to eat it. Now, I’m going to use this genetic weapon to give all five of you cancer—preferably pancreatic cancer, the one with the highest and fastest mortality rate!"