Quan Tianyou covered his mouth and nose with one hand and held onto the wall with the other as he carefully descended the stairs. Below, thick smoke was already rolling in, making visibility extremely poor.
He frowned as he groped his way forward. When he touched a door, he pushed it open and slipped inside.
The room had yet to fill with much smoke, allowing him to lean against the door and catch his breath. But when he raised his eyes and saw what was in the room, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn! So many fireworks!"
He roughly checked them and found that these were all large fireworks. Once ignited, their power was like that of bombs, enough to blow this club to smithereens.
Suddenly, anxiety filled him; there were so many fireworks that they needed to be moved a great distance away, or else they couldn't be prevented from exploding. But now, as the fire was already raging downstairs, he couldn't throw them outside—the distance wasn't sufficient, and they might explode anyway.
