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The sky was filled with dust and sand.
One side of the broken shed was besieged by fine sand carried by the fierce wind, invading the interior.
Feng Yi found some building materials at the construction site and temporarily blocked the hole before carrying the unconscious man to another room.
There, Wu was already waiting.
He checked the man Feng Yi had dragged in—unconscious.
"His injuries are severe, and if we want him to survive, we must treat him immediately," Wu said, his tone utterly flat and indifferent.
His compassion was limited and selective. The man on the ground before him did not fall within his range of concern.
At that moment, the room's door opened, and Jia entered, binding another person.
The bound man appeared unharmed on the surface but had a look of panic in his eyes.
Jia had caught the man outside in a car and had already had a "friendly" chat with him.
