Yang Yan returned to the hotel in the evening.
Looking at the considerable number of bombs on the table, and Becky still focused on assembling on the side, Yang Yan smiled with satisfaction:
"There's already so many! You've really worked hard."
Becky frowned and said:
"This stuff isn't hard, just unsure about its power."
Yang Yan evidently saw Becky's thought and smiled, saying:
"Haha, don't let this thing catch your eye."
"This thing shouldn't exist in this world."
"If you're thinking of selling it, you'll probably not survive for two hours."
Becky frowned and asked:
"Why? This bomb's materials and assembly aren't too difficult."
"If its power matches a grenade, it would surely sell well in the weapon market."
Yang Yan's expression suddenly became serious, speaking earnestly:
"Listen to me, you'd better forget it."
"In fact, the reason I chose you to help assemble them is because I can see you're someone who knows when to advance and retreat."
