Curacao had been praying for Uzo to shut up, but once the bomb disposal began and Jiang Xia really fell silent, she grew uneasy instead—without his voice, she couldn't judge his position. Who knew if he might suddenly...
The thought came to an abrupt halt.
A beam from a phone lit up the figure sitting less than half a meter away from her on top of the Elevator Car.
Noticing the light, the man smiled and raised a hand to greet Curacao.
...He really climbed up here!!!
Curacao screamed inwardly, using every ounce of willpower she had not to kick him away. Cold sweat streamed down her face. She would rather have had a wrongly slain vengeful ghost sitting before her than this maker of wronged ghosts.
"How's the dismantling going?" Jiang Xia asked. "You hadn't said anything for a while, so I got worried and came up to take a look."
Curacao: "..."
"Mr. Jiang Xia, you climbed onto the elevator roof?" The staff outside were startled as well. "Be careful not to trigger the Mercury Column!"
"Don't worry," Jiang Xia said calmly. "I know what I'm doing."
The staff wanted to say more, but then they reconsidered. The elevator shaft still hadn't exploded—wasn't that proof that Mr. Jiang Xia really did know what he was doing?
And besides, having him dismantle the bomb was far more reliable than leaving it to an ordinary citizen!
Perhaps misery was always conserved: when some people suffered, others became happy. Once they understood that, after a brief bout of cold sweat, the atmosphere among the staff and police made a sudden one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn and became downright festive.
Jiang Xia patiently waited for them to enjoy themselves for a while, then reminded them, "Continue."
As he spoke, he pointed at the bomb, signaling