Su Zhinian stepped on the gas pedal without even putting on his seatbelt. He turned the steering wheel as his car blasted out of the carpark and got onto the highway that led back to the city.
One hour… It's already 11.10 am… There's only forty minutes left to the timeframe Brother Kun promised his handler… I have to reach Song Qingchun within the next forty minutes if I want to prevent this tragedy from happening.
As the thought settled in Su Zhinian's mind, the force on the gas pedal increased. The man was like a ticking time bomb; every cell in his body was tense. He stared at the road in front of him, operating the car as his mind churned.
He had only heard a snippet of the words from this 'Brother Kun', especially the second half of his sentence.
In an hour… I guarantee… the news of Song Empire… young miss… News anchor… TW Station… falling from water tower… will be… over the news…
