Zhou Qingfeng crouched behind the sofa in the suite's living room, leaning against the thick leather upholstery, his head buzzing loudly, and the echoes of the explosion still reverberating in his ears.
The explosion in the confined space had generated a short but extremely intense air overpressure, several magnitudes more severe than setting off firecrackers by one's ears.
Those closer to the blast would either be killed or stunned; even those farther away could not escape ear pain, heavy chest and lungs, and difficulty breathing.
When the drone flew in, Zhou Qingfeng was the fastest to react, diving directly behind the sofa. However, he still felt a sharp pain in his chest from the overpressure when the explosion occurred.
As soon as the shockwave passed, he was the first to poke his head out to observe the situation in the living room, his gaze quickly sweeping over the now chaotic suite.
