Duan Jingwen, who had already spotted Lan Xiu in the distance, visibly flinched, his face changing abruptly.
When Yuanya called out Fei Zi's name, he knew something was amiss.
The sudden appearance of Lan Xiu confirmed his suspicion.
Damn it!
The person who previously entered the warehouse wasn't Lan Xiu at all!
He had calculated everything meticulously, but who would have thought someone would disguise themselves as Lan Xiu and volunteer to face death?
"Young Master, it's not looking good! I estimate a convoy of at least two hundred fully armed men with guns are heading towards us!"
He Xi ran up to the building panting heavily and exclaimed the concerning news.
The most painful thing in life isn't yearning for something you can't have, but having something within your grasp and then suddenly losing it.
Duan Jingwen had thought he succeeded. His joy was fleeting, like an ephemeral firework, disappearing without leaving a trace in his heart.
