Thick smoke billowed, interspersed with faint glimmers of fire. People were running through the streets, screaming in alarm, and at the sound of those screams, Duncan's eyes widened slightly.
The museum... the ocean museum near Cross District... Nina!
Nina was visiting the ocean museum near Cross District with her classmates that afternoon, right in the direction where the smoke was rising!
Duncan started to rush toward the museum, but he quickly realized that it wouldn't be easy to run there from this district. Even if the smoke was visible to the naked eye, the winding roads would waste a lot of time, and taking a taxi was impractical—not to mention the lack of convenient and sufficient transportation resources here, even if he could flag down a car, chances were no one would want to take him to that dangerous fire scene.
Duncan's mind raced, urgent yet calm, and after quickly assessing the situation, a bold idea emerged in his heart.
