Shen Lei had appeared before them so often over the past two days that Shen Hui and Jiang Nian barely reacted when he first walked in.
They merely glanced at him, marveled at his persistence, then turned their attention back to what they had been doing without giving him much thought.
Only when Shen Lei locked the door behind him as his very first move did they realize something was wrong.
Jiang Nian stood up, staring at the bulging pockets of Shen Lei's padded jacket with a bad feeling:
[88, is he carrying something?]
After scanning the pocket, 88's voice carried a trace of anger:
[Molotov cocktails.]
Jiang Nian froze. She looked around the lounge, packed with ski suits and skis, and guessed what Shen Lei had in mind.
[He has Molotov cocktails? Is he going to set this place on fire??!]
If this room caught fire, they would be in serious trouble. Both she and Shen Hui would die here.
But neither of them could rashly call for help or simply force their way out now.
The moment a Molotov cocktail shattered, it would explode in a massive burst of flames. It was lethally destructive.
If Shen Lei set the room on fire later, they would still have some chance of escape. But if he threw the Molotov cocktails directly at them, even if she and Shen Hui survived, they could end up disfigured, disabled, or paralyzed.
After hearing Jiang Nian's thoughts, Shen Hui fixed a dark gaze on the pocket holding the Molotov cocktails.
Since persuasion hadn't worked, was he planning to eliminate them for good?
Shen Lei's greatest goal was to join the Shen Family, yet now he wanted to take them down with him?
He didn't believe it.
Seeing both of them looking at his pocket,