A tremendous crash resounded, and the entire villa shuddered. Qian Duoduo's walnuts scattered across the floor, only to be trodden on several times.
Qian Duoduo could no longer maintain his composure. He scrambled on the floor to retrieve the walnuts he had been polishing for many years, getting stepped on a few more times in the process.
When everyone recovered from the chaos, they began to exclaim. Something outside had exploded, flames erupting into the sky even through the rain. It went without saying that the gas cylinders brought by Su Xiangnan must have detonated. This might have been just an appetizer; if he had really brought thousands of gas cylinders, they could probably blow West Mountain to smithereens!
Moreover, the explosion hadn't occurred inside the villa; otherwise, everyone would likely have been done for.
Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth. "Su Madman, are you actually serious?!"
