The instant the two of them ran off, Dan Heng yanked open the door.
With lightning speed, he raised his foot and fiercely kicked the bomb package toward the Parlor Car.
After two long ricochets, the bomb package, its fuse hissing and sparking, landed right on the sofa where Yan Huan and March 7th were sitting.
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Boom—!!
The explosion shook the heavens and earth.
Brushing away the thick smoke around her, March 7th, her hair blown into an afro and her face blackened with soot, muttered:
"What the heck? That fuse was so long, and he still kicked it back! I'm filing a complaint!"
"Your fuse was too long."
Yan Huan, sporting the same explosive afro, pulled out an identical bomb package from his clothes, his eyes rolling.
"Look at mine. This one'll definitely blow up fast!"
As he spoke, he lit the fuse with a lighter and swiftly assumed a throwing stance.
Boom—!!
More thick smoke billowed through the Parlor Car, followed by another earth-shaking explosion.
Amid the smoke, March 7th rubbed her pitch-black cheeks. Instantly furious, she grabbed a sofa leg that had been blasted onto the floor and hurled it at Yan Huan.
"Are you fucking insane?!"
"You knew the fuse was short, and you still lit it here! Couldn't you have lit it outside his door?!"
"I got too excited and forgot."
Yan Huan scratched his head after spitting out a mouthful of black smoke, then pulled out another bomb package with a long fuse.
"At this distance, we should use the long one."
"One more try. This'll definitely blow him to death."
Yan Huan quickly took out his lighter and lit the fuse.
"Blow who to death?" A graceful figure suddenly boarded the train.
Seeing the Parlor Car in complete disarray, Himeko's expression immediately