"Tang Zheng, save me!" The girl was Tang Zheng's classmate; she hadn't died immediately, her face streaked with tears as she struggled to climb, her lower abdomen gone, leaving a thick trail of blood as she crawled.
The Tyrant didn't bother with the girl; instead, it approached the man in the suit, who was pinned under the sofa.
"I'll take you with me!" The man in the suit had his legs crushed by the sofa. Knowing he wouldn't survive, he grew ruthless, pulling out a hand grenade and yanking the pin.
The Tyrant's massive foot stomped on the man's head, crushing it like a rotten watermelon, bursting it outright.
The hand grenade rolled helplessly out of the corpse's hand and exploded with a bang, flames engulfing the Tyrant, but the monster was scarcely harmed, save for a few blood streaks scratched on its face by shrapnel.