"Please stop what you are doing immediately!" Yuri shouted. "The measures you're taking are undoubtedly extremely irrational! We have better options..."
This time, Sun Hang obediently stopped. The reason was simple enough—the entire television had already been smashed to the point where not a single fragment was larger than a palm. Even the living room walls and floor tiles had been pulverized by Sun Hang, exposing the cement layer beneath.
Yuri stared at the debris scattered across the floor, parted his lips slightly, and ultimately failed to say a word.
Sun Hang picked up a piece of plastic from the floor, pinched it between his index finger and thumb, and brought it close to the smashed wall.
The fragment was probably part of the television's outer casing. Based on the image in his memory, Sun Hang quickly found where it belonged.
With a thought, the fragments on the ground rose into the air as though pulled by invisible threads. Within just a few seconds, the television that had been smashed to pieces was reassembled... Although fine cracks covered its casing and screen, those cracks fit together perfectly. There was not even a missing spot the size of a grain of sand.
The television was still playing footage—this was precisely why Sun Hang had wanted to put it back together.
From the fragments of the screen, Sun Hang could vaguely tell that the content of the footage differed significantly from reality.
On the television screen, Sun Hang was wielding a hammer and smashing everything in the living room. "He" had not only pulverized the television on screen, but the dining table, coffee table, sofa, and even the vase set to one side had all failed to escape destruction. After "he" had smashed everything in the living room that could be smashed,