I have to say, the Nest was really trying.
Even though Fu Tailan had exploited the rules to their absolute limit and reduced the number of explosive items, the third floor still racked its brains to create several crises for the trio. And each time, it came up with something new.
Of course, with him around, none of the crises were truly fatal, so he could only grudgingly give the apartment a diligence award.
For example, after the fourth explosion, an unexploded bomb appeared. It rolled out and was about to reach Hai Luwei's feet when it came to an abrupt stop.
'It hasn't even touched his shoe. What's it stuck on?'
The thought had just surfaced in Fu Tailan's mind when he suddenly realized that due to the blast wave, one of the small objects on the floor—a pen—was missing, blown away somewhere.
"Get back!"
Fu Tailan understood immediately. He gestured while yelling at Hai Luwei, "Get back right now! Out of the room!"
