When we escaped, we hadn't brought out the two substitute puppets or the gunman Jiang Xiaohui had knocked unconscious. They had probably already been blown to pieces.
If we had reacted any slower, we likely would have met the same fate.
I hadn't expected them to be so ruthless. Weren't they at all worried about their Holy Relic? What if it had been on me? Doing this could very well have destroyed the Holy Relic along with everything else.
Then again, their goal was to prevent their Lord from awakening. In that case, they truly wouldn't care if the Holy Relic was destroyed. After all, without the Holy Relic, their Lord could never be resurrected.
Their methods and conduct were exactly like those people from Mount Olympus. Weren't they also trying to stop Zeus from being reborn through such means?
My phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, though not entirely unfamiliar—it was Anthony's number.
I answered the call.
Anthony's voice came through the phone. "Mr. Jiang, you really are lucky. Even that couldn't blow you to death!"
So it really had been Anthony's handiwork. The man was deeply calculating, ruthless, and utterly unconcerned with rules or consequences.
But if they wanted to kill me, why hadn't they made their move in Lin City?
Jiang Xiaohui came running over with Liu Hao, who was Jacob in disguise.
They looked at Bingbing's house, which had been reduced to a complete mess by the explosion. Jiang Xiaohui asked, "Are you all right?"
I shook my head. Ye Jinghong said, "We need to leave now. The explosion has already alerted the residents. The police and fire department will probably arrive soon. Let's go first and avoid unnecessary trouble."
We got into Liu Hao's car and headed back to the hotel.
Ximen Wuwang called