Chapter 59 Have You Guys Not Eaten?
Just separated by a window, people outside braved the cold wind and snow, their faces contorted as they desperately smashed the glass.
On the other side, Steven lounged comfortably in a recliner, enjoying delicious food.
This stark contrast made the neighbors outside almost crazy with jealousy.
They cursed and screamed hoarsely, and their eyes were bloodshot.
"Steven, just wait, I'll kill you right now!"
"If I break this glass, you're done for, you selfish scumbag!"
"You don't have much time to be arrogant, today is your deadline!"
"So much good food, and hot coffee, it's all mine, all mine!"
Steven raised his coffee cup in response to them. "Keep going, you guys!"
Soon, the group outside started to struggle.
After all, this was the 24th floor, with strong winds and heavy snow rapidly lowering their body temperatures.
They had to switch people every ten minutes.
But half an hour passed, and the glass only had some small scratches.
Their hearts grew more and more hopeless.
But separated by a layer of transparent glass, they watched Steven living so comfortably, their jealousy making them unwilling to give up.
After half an hour, they were still trying.
In the crowd, Steven saw Andrew's henchmen.
Obviously, at this time, Andrew couldn't stay out of it.
Steven felt it was about time.
So he got up from the recliner, walked to the table, and picked up a bottle.
There was a layer of frost on the outside glass, and the neighbors didn't know what Steven was holding at first, thinking it was a drink.
But the next moment, they saw Steven take out a lighter and ignite something.
Immediately, a hole appeared above them, and a ball of fire was thrown out.
As a means of retaliation, Steven's house had shooting holes in the front and back, not just one.
The bottle flew through the air in a yellow arc, landing on the ground amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.
A crisp sound, and then the flames blazed up!
This was Steven's homemade Molotov cocktail, which could burn vigorously even in extremely low temperatures, releasing heat.
The gasoline inside the bottle splashed everywhere, and flames quickly engulfed the surroundings!
The balcony space was not large to begin with, and the down jackets and cotton pants on these dozen people caught fire, causing large flames to erupt!
Steven smirked, continuing to light the next Molotov cocktail and threw it outside.
"Fire, fire!!!" The dozen people crowded together, and with the balcony being separated, it wasn't easy for them to jump to the neighboring balcony.
These people couldn't escape, their bodies being consumed by the flames.
Steven saw them turning into burning, twisted fireballs.
Some people tried to roll on the ground, using snow to extinguish the flames, but the effect was too weak.
Gasoline could still burn even when it met water.
Some people tried to climb to the neighboring balcony, but in their haste, they lost their balance and fell directly from the 24th floor!
With a long, agonizing scream, the person plummeted to the ground.
From the 24th floor, it was uncertain if the snow below could cushion the impact.
But according to the principles of physics, even if he didn't die, his bones would be broken, and his organs ruptured.
He was as good as dead.
Steven laughed, "At least falling to death is better than burning to death!"
A grotesque face suddenly slammed against the glass, contorted and terrifying, staring viciously at Steven.
"Help me, save me!"
In extreme pain, he cried out to Steven for help.
Steven raised his coffee cup in a gesture of farewell. "Go to hell, you waste of space!"
The person let out a despairing cry, completely consumed by the flames.
On the neighboring balcony, there were still sixty or seventy people waiting to take over.
They saw this hellish scene and were also pale with fear.
"Help, save me!"
"I don't want to die, please!"
The people burning with flames tried to crawl over for help, grabbing the railing with his hands and trying to climb over.
At that moment, a man here didn't hesitate, fiercely kicking his hand.
"Get lost, get out of here! You're beyond saving in this state, don't come and drag us down!"
He kicked the flaming man's hand, but the man wouldn't let go. Gritting his teeth, he exerted more force, kicking down again and again!
He even kicked the fingers off the flaming man's hand!
The man struggled for a while, then looked at them in despair, slowly falling in front of the railing.
The air was filled with a burnt smell.
Within a short time, all of these dozen people died.
Some people, who were initially not severely burned, tried to escape, but they were stopped by the neighbors next door.
The neighbors were afraid of the flames reaching them, so they chose to let these people die.
Some people were in too much pain from the burns and jumped from the 24th floor.
The raging fire unexpectedly brought a hint of warmth to these people after a long time.
So, everyone slowly moved forward, reaching out their hands to warm themselves by the fire, their faces showing a hidden smile.
The flames burned for twenty minutes before finally stopping.
The neighbors looked at the bodies on the ground, fear creeping into their hearts.
To deal with Steven, they had already lost thirty to forty people!
From all angles, they had no chance to break through, so what could they do to seize the resources in Steven's hands?
The air was filled with a sense of despair.
But there was another kind of atmosphere, growing thicker and thicker, causing the neighbors' eyes to gradually change.
Many hungry neighbors refused to admit it, but a crazy idea slowly emerged in their hearts.
Their throats moved up and down continuously.
Suddenly, a woman burst into tears.
"I can't take it anymore!"
After a busy day, everyone thought they could easily break into Steven's house.
But the final result left them in despair!
So many people died, yet not a single crack was made in the walls or French windows of Steven's house.
She suddenly ran to the front and climbed onto Steven's balcony.
When Steven thought the next group of people were coming to break the glass, she suddenly knelt in front of the glass.
"Steven, I'm starving, please save me! Even if you just give me a piece of bread, it's fine!"
Not just her, but more people ran over, kowtowing to Steven, crying and begging for a bite of food.
The scene was truly pitiful.
Most of those kowtowing were women, trying to win Steven's sympathy.
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