At least fifty or sixty people had not managed to escape the bar, which had turned into complete ruins. How many people would die in there?
Ye Qing stared blankly at the bar behind him. Although he had harbored a murderous intent that night and had shown no mercy, he had not intended to kill so many people.
That man with a few bombs had managed to kill dozens in one go. Compared to him, Ye Qing was merciful!
Outside the ruins, many people were crying and screaming for their parents. Some were thrown by the blast and fell to the ground with bloodied heads. Others were burned by the flames, suffering severe burns all over their bodies, looking extremely tragic.
Even though the screams were deafening, no one dared to look back or venture closer to help them. No one knew if there were still bombs in the ruins, or if there would be another explosion, and no one dared to approach the ruins.
