"What!?" The captain's face changed, and he asked urgently, "How is that possible? Mr. Ye wasn't even in the room! How could so many people have died?"
The policeman shrugged and said, "I don't know either, but the room is littered with flesh and gore!"
"Damn, how is that possible? Let me see for myself!" The captain immediately ran over, and the moment he reached the doorway, his face turned pale.
At the room's entrance, a few police officers were clutching the doorframe, vomiting uncontrollably. Ye Qing also approached and took a look inside. The entire room was nearly obliterated by the explosion, and the floor was strewn with mangled flesh. The eight people inside earlier—none of them were left intact, all blown into pieces. The floor, ceiling, and walls of the room were all smeared with blood, flesh, and bone fragments. Anyone without a strong stomach would vomit at just a single glance.
