Lang Zongyuan had already reached the medicine.
Upon hearing this, he was stunned for a moment.
Then, what followed was a "boom"!
The secret chamber where they were held captive had its iron door blasted to pieces by a miniature explosive, dust flying everywhere.
Lang Zongyuan stared blankly at the dusty, starry doorway.
The dust and iron filings in the air gradually fell.
And the figure standing at the doorway was also gradually revealing a slim figure.
One hand held a remote control adjusted for explosives, the other held a gun.
Their expression was ice cold.
"You…" Lang Zongyuan's eyes widened at the sight of the familiar yet seemingly strange figure, completely astonished.
When he and Lin Lan first fell into the trap, he immediately made the decision to have Wu Jiayong retreat.
He was very calm and was very clear about the situation he was in, understanding that even if Wu Jiayong and his team came, it would only result in more people being captured.
