At this moment, on a flight to Beijing, Zhu Hong sat in first class, watching the raging fire on his phone screen, his lips curling up. Trying to catch me, huh! I'll make you suffer too.
"Is everything resolved?" A middle-aged man's voice came from beside him.
Zhu Hong nodded with a smile and said, "I hope so. But even if he survives, he'll be missing an arm or a leg."
"What did you say?" Hu Fei, sitting at the computer, immediately stood up upon receiving the news, "The warehouse exploded? What about Ling Chen and the others, how are they, are they injured? What! You don't know?"
Damn it! Hu Fei cursed, quickly put away his phone, and shouted, "Send people to the Old City immediately."
Soon, Qiu Yong and others who received the news hurried over. Without saying much, everyone got into cars and rushed towards the Old City.
