Just as Zhang Xiang was about to turn around, he had a second thought and said in a deep voice, "Leave quickly, the sooner the better."
Zhang Xiang immediately understood his intention and slammed on the accelerator. The car sped away.
A few streets away, they could see the entrance with flames shooting into the sky.
A fire breaking out in such weather was truly bizarre.
However, soon the sirens blared, and the fire trucks arrived.
When Wan Donglin watched the news at home, there was no report at all, not even a word about the small incident at a certain resort. Moreover, it was a false alarm, with no losses.
With such stringent security at the resort, and Zhang being no pushover, they were undoubtedly prepared long ago.
He thought to himself: Old Zhou isn't trying to kill anyone; he wants to force Zhang into a confrontation.
