There were muffled sounds of bustle and commotion all around.
It was like a celebration.
The busy Haiting City seemed to be livelier than it had been in many years.
Even numerous news media rushed to the scene, eager to capture live broadcasts firsthand.
In just two words.
——Blown up.
Everything had blown up.
On the other side.
Zhao Yulong picked at his teeth, wearing flip-flops, while keeping an eye on the real-time broadcasts everywhere, occasionally making sounds of amazement.
"Hey, not bad."
"Eh? That's a nice leg! I could play with… cough cough."
"Tsk tsk, this angle seems a bit lacking in something."
"He" again…
Angela silently shook her head.
The scene was familiar yet felt so distant.
"Zhao, Brother Zhao, can I go buy a pack of cigarettes?"
Angela looked at the unattended vending stand nearby and finally couldn't help but whisper.
"Wait, you're still smoking? Oh no, smoking?"
