Liu Chang'an very calmly suppressed the urge to leap up on the spot. Otherwise, he might well smash through the ceiling overhead and shoot straight up to the third floor, and he would have had no control over accidentally killing a few people along the way. He did not care about anything else, but he did not want to accidentally hit the unlucky Zhou Shuling.
The scene of a superhero crashing through a wall amid billowing dust and flying bricks, while the villain stared on in shock, was ultimately just something from the movies. If Liu Chang'an charged in, how could he possibly strike a pose without killing someone first?
As a human being, he should solve problems the human way. Resorting to violence at every turn and crushing people into paste was not good either.
If Zhu Juntang had been here, she could have been useful. He could have told her to send her carload of Bread Men charging in and beat up everyone except Zhou Shuling. That could not possibly go wrong.
Whenever he wanted her to be useful, she was nowhere to be found. Yet when nothing was happening, she kept trying to make her presence known. He really ought to expel her from the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect.
Forget it. He would keep handling this according to the plan he had told Zhou Shuling about.
"Setting off firecrackers is the sort of thing that naturally requires my lofty guidance. How could anyone else do it?" Liu Chang'an casually confiscated the lighter from the table. "Don't you remember that time you lit a firecracker, threw the lighter into a puddle, and then had the firecracker explode in your hand?"
Zhou Dongdong tilted her head up at the ceiling.
"I remember! That lighter was just