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The next second, Shen Xian gripping his phone, collapsed onto the sofa.
Zhang Meng, who had been comfortably lounging on the sofa, thinking about how to describe his bizarre experience to Chen Nuo, suddenly saw Shen Xian's face turn ashen, his fingers trembling as he gripped his phone and fell into the sofa, and was stunned.
"Shen Xian, what's wrong, what happened?"
He walked over anxiously, and seeing Shen Xian staring intently at his own phone screen, he followed his gaze.
The scene on the phone was terrifying; Gu Chen, dressed in a black suit, knelt on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, and on his chest hung a large black object, on which there was a red timer.
"President Gu..." Zhang Meng looked at Shen Xian in horror.
Shen Xian's lips were pale as he recognized the person on the screen, for the figure was unmistakably Gu Chen, but the man seemed to be unconscious, hence his head hung low.
