Zhang Lei was gasping for breath, exhausted to the point of collapse.
He had originally planned to take the elevator to the first floor, but when the elevator malfunctioned halfway down, it got stuck and wouldn't move. Left with no other choice, he was forced to pry the elevator doors open and then sprint down from the stairwell exit.
However, as a ghost management practitioner who usually lacked exercise, his legs were nearly too weak to stand when he reached the outside door.
He had thought that Lin Shan's situation might lead to even more serious consequences. But outside the door, there was nothing abnormal, just a pure gold containment box being welded shut by several workers.
"Is the problem resolved?" Zhang Lei's stiff face paused slightly in surprise.
As for Yang Jian, he stood beside the containment box, vigilant against any potential accidents that might occur.
