Fatty Wang was the closest to the explosives. The explosion sounded and Fatty Wang died on the spot.
Flesh, blood, and clothes flew all over the ground. The liquid solidified in the extremely low temperature and stuck to his colleagues.
There were quite a lot of explosives, and with the addition of gasoline, Fatty Wang took seven or eight workers in a row with him in his death. All of them were blown up beyond recognition.
After Ye Xingchen heard that the commotion outside had died down, he pulled up the surveillance camera to admire it.
There were only three intact corpses on the ground. They had been smashed to death by the flying body parts. The rest had been shattered into pieces, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Out of the dozen or so intruders, only five or six were lucky enough to survive. They staggered and ran out.
The owners' group chat also started to get lively, with people asking what was going on.