Noon.
"A throwable Death Qi Bomb?"
Duan Mingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully examining the black cube floating in the palm of his hand, something Chen Chou had come up with overnight following his suggestion.
Its use was similar to that of a hand grenade; merely throwing it with all one's might at the ground would release a wave of Deathly Aura that could corrode all living beings within a hundred meters in an instant.
This was probably another advantage of evildoers; they didn't need sleep and could plan terrorist attacks with the time humans spent sleeping.
Duan Mingyuan felt that Wangxu would be very interested in the Death Qi Bomb. Although it couldn't take on the "Long Branch," it could cause unimaginable damage to the company. All one had to do was hand it over to those who harbored hatred against the Extraterrestrials, let them take the Death Qi Bombs to various branches, and then throw them forcefully at the ground.
