When Zhang Dachun saw that he had lost his house, the resentment and anger that had been building up for days suddenly exploded.

He suddenly pulled a grenade from his pocket and put it aside. Then he opened his clothes, revealing that his entire body was covered in gunpowder and explosives.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Not only were the people around him startled, but even Wanmei, who had turned around, was shocked. She never expected that such a scourge would be hidden under the clothes he never took off.

"I said, all I want is a house. I'm going to die anyway. If you don't give me a house, then shoot me, or I'll set myself on fire. It's not a loss if we all die together."

Li Jie tried to back away several times, but failed each time, because Zhang Dachun foolishly held him tightly, even hooking the pins of grenades onto himself, hooking three grenades before he could react.

Li Jie was on the verge of tears, inwardly lamenting: This was even more terrifying than facing zombies! After all, fighting zombies might at least offer a chance to leave behind a complete corpse. But if hit by a shell or grenade, there was no chance even to find fragments of the body.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Brother, I have no grudge against you, but you... hey, be careful!" Just then, Zhang Dachun suddenly leaned forward and almost pulled off the pull ring, which scared Li Jie so much that his heart almost stopped beating.

Zhang Dachun ignored him, his gaze fixed fiercely on Jiang Ruan, hoping she would hand over the house because of his actions.

Just as he thought Jiang Ruan was about to agree, a woman rushed over, her voice somewhat anxious: "Aruan, something bad has happened! Madam Xiao... she's had a stroke! You'd better go see her right away!"

Jiang Ruan's heart tightened. A stroke? She didn't remember Madam Xiao ever having a stroke.

But if Anxia recovered and came to tell me, it means there might be other problems.

"Since that's the case..."

"I said, 'Since that's the case...' Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke, but before he could finish, Zhang Dachun interrupted loudly, 'I said, if you continue to ignore me, I really will order it, I really will order it!'"

Zhang Dachun was so anxious that his face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged. He clenched the grenade in his hand as if he was about to throw it away at any moment.

The people around him were so frightened by his action that they turned pale and backed away, afraid of being blown up.

The security guard, trembling with fear, approached Jiang Ruan and said, "Miss, you...you have to think of a way! If we just let him run rampant, then all of us...we're all people without superpowers...this..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Jiang Ruan understood perfectly.

People without superpowers have nothing but death.

However, those with special abilities still have a glimmer of hope, so his concerns are justified.

"Don't worry! He won't drop it. He's terrified of dying, so just watch their performance. If he does drop the bomb, it's okay, I'm here. I'll protect you all, so don't worry!"

Jiang Ruan's words put him at ease, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Hearing Jiang Ruan say this, Zhang Dachun's last taut string snapped. With a death wish, Zhang Dachun pulled out the pull ring in front of everyone.