In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
In front of the ruins of the factory destroyed by the explosion, Pang Jiulin, Tang Yuan, Yang Tao, Lao Bei, and Xiong stood silently, watching as the firefighters conducted a search and transfer bodies buried under the rubble.
Due to the explosion, the bodies were all charred beyond recognition, making it impossible to identify them.
"Let's go. It's time to head back."
After a long while, Pang Jiulin sighed softly and spoke.
Lao Bei, Xiong, and Yang Tao simultaneously straightened up, saluted in a standard military fashion, then turned and left. Tang Yuan, however, remained rooted to the spot, motionless, staring blankly at the ruins.
"Lone dude, it seems like you won't get to taste the flavor of a woman. Don't worry, as your brother, I won't let you down. Every Qingming Festival, I will burn many more women for you to enjoy blissfully."
