Shen Xian was utterly focused, inch-by-inch moving the fingers of the bomb disposal team member, oblivious to Zhou Mu's cries of alarm.
Just as the fingers of the bomb disposal member were about to move away from the wooden slat...
With a "click", the three of them froze.
This sound wasn't very loud, but in the quiet room where even breathing could be heard, it was exceedingly eerie.
Especially when the nerves of the three were stretched tight, this sound was more thunderous than thunder itself.
"Don't... don't move any further, I can still hold on. Defusing the bomb is what matters."
The bomb disposal team member's voice was extremely hoarse, yet his strong faith and willpower did not allow him to remove himself first at this moment.
Beads of sweat rolled down in large drops from Shen Xian's forehead, the tip of her nose, and chin, falling onto the wooden slat, between their fingertips, and onto the ground.
