Such a good opportunity.
Watching Muto's two disciples walk into the house, if what Xiaofan had placed in front of the computer just now was the bomb Han designed for him, even if it couldn't blow the two old men inside to smithereens, it could at least severely injure them.
If he could bomb them until they lost their combat capabilities, then facing only Muto, Xiaofan would have nothing to fear.
Quietly taking out the remote control he designed earlier, Xiaofan pressed the bomb he had just thrown into the house. A faint smile crossed his lips.
Even if I can't blow you to death, at least I can blast you like African chickens.
"Third Brother. Fourth Brother, come out quickly."
It seemed that Muto saw the smile at the corner of Xiaofan's mouth and urgently shouted to his two disciples who had rushed into the house.
"Bang."
A burst of firelight emerged from the room. Following that, two elders, covered in flames, were directly blasted out of the building.
'Pa pa pa pa'
