Nan Baihao stepped out of the plane, finding his legs weak.
He suddenly did not dare to look at the car whose entire front half was so badly damaged it was unrecognizable. It was much like a squashed soda can. If someone had been inside, the possibility of survival... was practically zero.
"Young Mr. Nan, there's no one in the car. It's empty."
At this moment, a voice rang out that he could only describe as heavenly. He truly thought it was heavenly.
The next second, he rushed over, so excited he was at a loss for words: "What did you say? Say it again!"
At the same time, he was crouching down, pressing his head to inspect the car.
There was no one, really no one!
In the wrecked car, although it was mangled beyond recognition, there was not a single human form nor a trace of blood inside. Where was the person?
"Search for people!"
