In a café two blocks away from the explosion site, Zhu Hong held a cup of rich coffee, sitting in a private seat, leisurely savoring the drink, while occasionally glancing at the café’s television with the corner of his eye. At this mont, the TV was broadcasting the news from the explosion site live.
"Mr. Zhu, aren’t we going back?" asked Song Mingzhe. Zhu Hong smiled faintly and replied, "No need to rush. Uncle Song, after narrowly escaping death, we should take a mont to relax."
The two explosions that previously happened at the scene were both orchestrated by Zhu Hong. The first explosion, despite creating an exit, was not the one Zhu Hong used to escape. His intention was simple; the first explosion was mainly to attract the police’s attention to avoid them causing him trouble. The second explosion was a few minutes’ walk from the first location; he chose to detonate there because the police couldn’t arrive imdiately, giving them ample ti to flee.
After finishing his coffee, Zhu Hong placed a hundred-yuan bill on the table, stood up and said, "Uncle Song, let’s go."
Song Mingzhe nodded, following behind Zhu Hong and heading straight towards the café’s exit. Before the two could reach the door, the tense voice of a reporter was heard from the TV: "Viewers, please watch; just now, two citizens appeared on the rooftop of the building. They seem to be trapped inside, unable to find a way to escape."
Upon hearing the reporter’s words, Zhu Hong and Song Mingzhe turned their heads towards the television screen. On the TV, the cara zood in on the rooftop, clearly showing a man and a woman standing at the edge.
Is it them?
Zhu Hong frowned slightly, a sharp look flashing in his eyes. He didn’t expect Ling Chen to still be alive; his luck was really sothing.
However, after seeing the on-site situation, Zhu Hong smirked with a cold smile. Under these circumstances, there’s no way anyone could get out.
...
On the rooftop, Ling Chen stood at the edge, constantly looking down, searching for a chance to escape. However, after searching all around, he couldn’t find a way out. The building was five stories high, about a dozen ters tall. If Ling Chen were alone, with his skills, he wouldn’t have worried about escaping. But the problem was, he had Zhu Xiaozhu with him. Her ankle was injured, making her unable to walk, so he had to carry her on his back. This undoubtedly limited his capability.
"Ling... Ling Chen!" At this mont, Zhu Xiaozhu stamred, "There... over there, look there!"
Following Zhu Xiaozhu’s finger, Ling Chen glanced over and drew his gaze back. He had already noticed the situation there earlier. Because the area was full of buildings, theirs was sandwiched between two others. Earlier on the ground floor, Ling Chen saw a nearby building had already collapsed, pressing down on another building.
As a result, these buildings triggered a domino effect, one after another, all toppling down. At this mont, less than two minutes remained before the adjacent building would collapse over. By then, Ling Chen and Zhu Xiaozhu would be buried under it, with no chance of survival.
Thus, Ling Chen had to co up with a plan within two minutes; otherwise, they were dood.
While Ling Chen was searching for an escape route, below, Xia Mutong was also trying to find a solution. At her behest, all the firefighters had arrived, gathering together to discuss strategies. However, given the current situation, every plan they ca up with was rejected one by one; none were viable rescue plans.
"Can you guys manage or not?" Xia Mutong’s agitation grew; if they kept discussing like this, Ling Chen would soon be in mortal danger.
"Captain Xia, it’s not that we can’t manage, it’s just that there’s too little ti. We simply can’t organize a rescue. Even if we sent a helicopter to pick them up, it would take ten minutes."
Xia Mutong snapped, "If they had ten minutes, I would have gone up and brought them back myself. Why would I need you to tell this nonsense?" After saying this, Xia Mutong took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger, and turned to look at Ling Chen on the rooftop, silently praying that nothing would happen to him.
...
"Wanqing, Wanqing!"
At Wealthy Manor.
Su Lin hurriedly burst through the door, rushing into Nanrong Wanqing’s study. Seeing Nanrong Wanqing busy with her work, Su Lin exclaid anxiously, "Wanqing, how can you still be in the mood to do your work? Co on, you have to co with !" As she spoke, without waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to respond, Su Lin grabbed her hand and started pulling her outside.
Nanrong Wanqing frowned slightly, pausing to ask, "Lin, I still have a few contracts to review. What’s going on?"
"The whole city is focused on it. Don’t you know?"
Nanrong Wanqing looked puzzled: "Know what? Has sothing special happened today?"
Hearing this, Su Lin couldn’t help but smack her forehead, exclaiming, "Ling Chen is about to die; does that count as special?"
About to die?
Nanrong Wanqing’s face changed color, looking at Su Lin and asking, "What did you say... what happened to him?"
"Sigh! Stop asking so much, just co with ." With that, Su Lin couldn’t be bothered to explain further to Nanrong Wanqing, directly pulling her hand and heading downstairs to the living room.
"See for yourself." In the living room, Su Lin pointed to the news being broadcast on the television.
Seeing the report on TV, along with Ling Chen standing at the edge of the rooftop, and the building about to collapse behind him, Nanrong Wanqing’s face instantly turned pale. She quickly pulled out her cellphone from her pocket and dialed Ling Chen’s number.
"Don’t bother calling." said Su Lin, "I already tried; his phone can’t be reached."
Amid the conversation, Liu Kun walked in from outside the villa, looking at the dazed Nanrong Wanqing and said, "Miss, a lot of reporters are outside."
"Reporters?" Su Lin frowned and asked, "Uncle Liu, why aren’t those reporters covering the big news and instead running here for Ling Chen?"
Liu Kun pointed at Ling Chen on the TV and said, "Miss Su, everyone’s aware of the relationship between Miss and Mr. Ling. Now that Mr. Ling is in danger, those reporters naturally want to interview Miss."
"Hmph!" Su Lin coldly replied, "Really a bunch of heartless people; with Ling Chen about to die, they’re only thinking about news and not considering our feelings. Uncle Liu, chase them all out, don’t see anyone."
"Understood, I got it." Liu Kun nodded. Seeing Nanrong Wanqing standing there in a daze, Liu Kun sighed lightly and comforted, "Miss, you don’t need to worry too much; people like Mr. Ling have good fortune. He will surely overco danger and return safely." Saying this, Liu Kun left the villa with quick steps.
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