"Good people should be held at gunpoint?"
Lu Ping'an laughed, laughed out of sheer incredulity.
At that moment, behind him was a whole street of roaring flames and ruins.
Wherever his smile-directed gaze landed, the flames directly ignited the signboards and storefronts. For Lu at this moment, invoking "Designated High Temperature" level interference with reality required only a glance.
"Boom!"
The flames seemed to have lit some combustible substance, and the entire street began to violently explode, merchants scrambling to escape everywhere.
The street's "Guards" and those shop-employed Black Security with the Gang Badge instantly flew into a violent rage, trying to kill the arsonist...
"Aaaaah!"
One Fireman after another rolled on the ground in agony.
Lu's pale eyes remained lifeless, yet something seemed to be stirring within them.
No one dared to look straight at him because at the moment of witnessing, they were ignited.
