"Stop what you're doing immediately!" Yuri shouted, "The measures you're taking are undoubtedly very irrational! We have a better way..."
This time, Sun Hang obediently stopped—though the reason was quite simple. The entire television had already been smashed into pieces no larger than a palm, and even the living room's walls and floor tiles were shattered to the point where the cement layer underneath was exposed.
Yuri looked at the fragments on the ground, opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately didn't say a word.
Sun Hang directly picked up a plastic fragment from the floor, pinching it between his thumb and index finger, and brought it close to the smashed wall.
This fragment seemed to be part of the television's outer frame. Based on the image in his memory, Sun Hang quickly found its original position.
