Flame engulfed the sky, illuminating the entire Terna Street below the night.
The waiter guarding the door was blown away, crashing into the palm trees nearby.
But the waiter didn't care about his injuries, after rolling on the ground several times, he quickly got up, yelling—
"Revival Society!"
"No..."
The word 'destroy' wasn't shouted out.
The whole person then collapsed to the ground.
Little Reed stood behind the man, his expression emanating a fierce intent to kill.
But he didn't really move.
Although the original plan had been unexpectedly altered, he himself had formulated not just one backup plan with Jason.
The current situation had of course been considered by the two of them.
So, he knew very well that this guy was more important alive than dead.
Raising his head and looking at the blazing Terna Street No. 10, even with preparation, Little Reed was still secretly shocked deep down.
Without a doubt, this must be a special bomb.
