Chapter 87
A massive explosion shook the entire area, the deafening blast echoing across the sky.
A towering mushroom cloud surged upward, releasing a shockwave that sent violent winds spiraling in every direction. The powerful gusts swept through the surroundings, toppling buildings and reducing the landscape to ruin.
The terrifying phenomenon lasted only moments—but its impact was irreversible.
When the dust began to settle, what was once a vibrant, living area had been reduced to a desolate wasteland. Roads and structures were obliterated, leaving no trace behind. To any passerby, it would seem like an entirely different place—unrecognizable.
As the smoke and haze lifted, the true scale of the destruction became clear.
At the epicenter of the blast was a massive, charred crater—deep, wide, and lifeless. Not even insects remained.
One of the pickpockets, who had been watching from a distance, was caught by the edge of the explosion. He struggled to stay on his feet, staggering from the force of the shockwave.
Once he regained his balance, he looked toward the center of the blast—only to find it completely empty.
No sign of Clayton. No sign of his boss.
Both of them had vanished.
The pickpocket stood in stunned silence. The man he hated—Clayton—was probably vaporized. And his boss, who had triggered the explosion, had likely died in the blast.