Duma was terrified.
As a person with more than a hundred subordinates and who often fought others and had personally experienced countless dangerous explosions, he knew very well that the true lethality of the explosion was these fragments.
He could not dodge at all now. If he was scratched by any fragment, he would definitely be crippled if not dead.
Seeing the dense fragments rushing towards him, he cursed in his mind and closed his eyes as if he had resigned himself to fate.
However, after waiting for a moment, he discovered that he did not suffer any impact. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that there were no fragments in front of him, only an unrecognizable locomotive.
He reached out to touch his body but did not feel any wounds. The temperature of his body was still high, proving that he was clearly still alive.
"Damn, I thought that Nightclub City was already chaotic enough. I didn't expect it to be even more chaotic here."