Shao Weihua curled up in a civilian residence, having escaped from the fire, he was already scared and disoriented, thinking that if it weren't for Wang Zhanting, he might have perished in the blaze.
In an instant, he glanced over to see Wang Zhanting asleep on the floor, his body covered in injuries but not severe. After feeling reassured, he dialed a phone number, but all he received was the sound of beeps. In frustration, he threw the phone onto the floor, making a loud noise.
Wang Zhanting opened his eyes, maintaining his original position, turned away from Shao Weihua. The fire came fiercely and swiftly, catching them off guard and depleting their energy, yet the opponent seemingly had no intention of complete annihilation.
Soon the phone rang a few times, and Shao Weihua hurriedly walked out.
A shadow followed close behind Shao Weihua, as Wang Zhanting stood by the window, watching him get into a car, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
