Chapitre 116: The Little Company of Five

The five small thunderballs were cheerfully circling around Chen Mu, whose face had a grimace more bitter than a bitter melon. Why wouldn't those five little thunderballs disappear after all? They should normally have disappeared as soon as he turned off the apparatus.

Chen Mu stood up.

His elbow carelessly bumped the edge of the desk, and a cup that had been placed up high became unstable, and then came tumbling toward him.

As Chen Mu was about to grab it, there was suddenly a flash of light. Like fish smelling raw meat, the five small thunderballs came shooting toward the glass from all directions!

Pow! When was such an ordinary glass ever attacked like that, smashing into bits in an instant, shattering in all directions.

What was that?

What the five little thunderballs had done so suddenly was far beyond anything Chen Mu could have anticipated, giving him no chance to react.