The bodyguards behind Wyatt Lewis immediately stepped forward to check, and saw that the glass tank was sealed with a specially made lid and locked. Without a key, it couldn't be opened.
"Second young master, it's sealed shut. We need a key."
Wyatt Lewis turned around, gripping his gun tightly, his veins bulging, pointing at Lily Armstrong, "The key."
Lily Armstrong raised the key in her hand unhurriedly.
"Give it to me."
Lily Armstrong smiled slightly and threw it behind her without hesitation. The key fell straight down, instantly disappearing, full of provocation.
Wyatt Lewis's pupils contracted, wanting to rush over to catch it, but it was impossible to make it in time.
"Lily Armstrong, you're courting death." Wyatt Lewis was about to shoot when Lily Armstrong calmly raised her other hand, holding the bomb detonator.
