The wire was cut!
The surrounding was dead quiet.
The countdown on the bomb had stopped.
Huff!
They let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.
Tang Yuanchu carefully removed the bomb tied on to Xie Wanwan's body.
It was only then that he realized his whole body looked as if it was soaked after a rainfall; he was perspiring all over, and his legs felt wobbly. Every step he took felt like he was floating in the air.
"… We're safe. We're safe!"
He muttered softly as if he was talking to himself, yet at the same time, he seemed to be consoling Xie Wanwan.
"Put on my jacket first—"
At that moment, Bai Muchuan and Salimu had already turned around. Their backs were facing them.
In the face of danger, there was no time to bother about gender differences.
