Yan Ke asked, and the mourner's expression changed and he shouted: "Everyone retreat!"

Everyone was shocked and retreated one after another to give some distance.

When one of the cars passed Seria, a high-pitched electronic synthesized sound came out from inside the mechanical body: "This is art!!!"

Celia's scalp felt numb for a while, and she also backed away, passing a second car beside her: "Long live Lord Mel!!!"

boom!

A raging heat wave hit, blowing everyone who was retreating to stagger, even someone as strong as Seria had to retreat repeatedly before stopping.

There are still guards ahead. The building structure was shattered by the violent explosion, completely blocking the passage. Now they can't get out, and no one else can get in.

However, Ceria was not concerned about this. She hurriedly turned back and grabbed Ifrit's arm, and asked loudly: "Is the gift from your sister Mel still there?"

"Here, there, there."

Ifrit was so frightened by the explosion that she could not speak coherently: "They are all there, I didn't move them, they are all in the cardboard box that Hemo put under the bed."

When Seria heard this, her expression became even worse: "Both two cars were found under the bed?"

"……Um."

Ifrit's face turned pale, thinking that she had been sleeping on two bombs, and if she wasn't careful, she would be blown to pieces.

"Hermer doesn't know?"

The girl was almost frightened and cried, and said hurriedly: "Hermer sleeps with me, how could she know that everything is put together."

She never dared to touch Mel's things again, God knew if the explosive maniac would come up with something weird again.

Ceria took a deep breath, feeling terrified in her heart. Even she had to catch her breath after being bombed twice in a row, let alone Hemo, whose physical condition was not very good to begin with.

"Next time, if Mel gives you a gift, be sure to ask if it will explode."

Ifrit was not the only one who was in a state of embarrassment. Yanke was overturned by the sudden air wave and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. His face changed and he cursed in a low voice: "All of you Rhodes Islanders are like this."

Like to play with explosives?”

The mourner's face trembled: "Those two cars are not ours, so don't talk nonsense."

He had no awareness of his actions of planting fragmentation mines at the door of the doctor's office, and even thought that it was a matter of course, because it was to protect the doctor's safety.

"Hehe, hehe, luckily I haven't signed an agreement with you yet. Everyone will go their separate ways from now on. I don't want to not even know how I died."

Yanke's face looked very ugly.

The mourner said coldly: "I remember that your infection level was not low, right? I know how you died."

"you!"

Yanke tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
Chapter completed!