"Move!"
A simple Mental Ripple spread out, and the three streets centered around the bar fell completely silent.
What broke that silence was an unexpected explosion.
Lu Xiaoba had been keeping an eye on someone—the second name on Wei Lan's list. He had prepared well in advance and followed the man's car. He could have pressed the detonator at any time, but another problem had been bothering him for a long while.
The damn car had a driver!
The guy never drove himself, and Lu Xiaoba didn't want to hurt any innocent bystanders. So he could only keep following and watching. He'd tailed the car from South City Manor to downtown, then all the way to a point three streets away from the bar.
He'd been calculating the right moment to detonate the bomb nonstop. With the driver in the car, he couldn't do it. With pedestrians nearby, he couldn't do it either. The plan he'd chosen simply hadn't given him a chance to follow through.
Until now!
Everyone's heart had been seized by the Old Singer, and the three blocks had fallen silent. The driver had been chased out of the car by the target, leaving only the target inside, clutching his heart as he struggled to push open the door and waited in despair to speak with her.
Anyone else would have realized something was wrong and watched for a while longer.
But Lu Xiaoba was simply delighted.
After waiting eight hours for his chance, he jumped up and squeezed the detonator hard.
"Bang!"
The small bomb blasted the car more than a meter into the air. Shards of glass flew everywhere, and the shock wave swept out more than two meters.
He had carefully calculated the explosive force. Of course, it wouldn't do much harm to the