The Laboratory occupied the upper half of the Technology Building. Many residents on the lower floors, farther from the destruction, had already escaped and made their way to the elevator.
One middle-aged man with a beer belly had even lost a shoe as he ran. Despite his bulk, he was the fastest and reached the elevator first.
Seeing the middle-aged man unlock the elevator with his fingerprint, Zhao Xun strode forward and blocked his path.
The instant the man opened his mouth to curse, Zhao Xun pulled out a handgun and aimed it at his head.
The man flinched and immediately shut his mouth.
He had rushed out in his pajamas. There was no way he had a weapon on him.
Forget a gun-he did not even have a fruit knife.
In this situation, he had no means of resisting. All he could do was obey.
Zhao Xun looked at the ordinary residents behind him. "Line up in an orderly fashion. No pushing or fighting."
His gaze swept over the crowd. He could tell that most of them had not taken his words seriously. All they cared about was getting out as quickly as possible.
Naturally, Zhao Xun did not want to waste time explaining something as obvious as how crowding together would increase their chances of dying.
He simply raised his hand, and countless little arrows made of flame appeared around him.
The noisy crowd instantly fell silent, everyone staring at Zhao Xun with wide eyes.
They were all ordinary people, and this was their first time seeing a human who could conjure flames. Fear and wariness crept into every pair of eyes.
"If you want to live, line up and go up in groups." His usual gentle smile returned. "Anyone who breaks the rules dies immediately. Feel free