"Those are Molotov cocktails!"
Seeing the specifics of the few bottles in a parabolic trajectory in the air, Luo An's face looked terrible, and he quickly embraced Mona to quickly move in the opposite direction of the moving car.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Boom!
The next second, several large bottles hit the ground hard, and orange-red flames soared instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the cars the bystanders were hiding behind and the newspaper office next to it were quickly engulfed by the huge fire, and screams and shouts came from inside the newspaper office instantly.
"Fu-k!"
Quickly rising from the ground, Luo An looked at the back of the car, cursed the family in that car, then quickly turned to Mona under him:
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!"
Mona shook her head, felt the heat towards her thigh, and turned to look back at where she had just been standing. If it hadn't been for Luo An pulling her into his arms, Mona felt she might have been scorched by now.
