"Surely, having half an hour is better than nothing!"
"As long as President Lu hasn't tampered with anything, I will have the bomb out of Miss Jing half an hour before!"
"..." Lu Ming watched them, father and daughter, in silence, at this moment he had no choice.
Even if Old Man Xue was lying and deceiving, he couldn't do anything about it.
At this time, Jing Yiren struggled to stand up from the sofa.
Her neck, her dress, everywhere was smeared with blood.
Seeing this, Lu Ming was worried and approached, but was stopped by Old Man Xue.
"Uncle! Let me go with them! Trust me, I will definitely return alive!"
"..." How could he believe she would come back alive in this state? If she died, what was the point of the life he, Lu Ming, had earned after three thousand years of hardship?
Lu Ming's eyes reddened. At this moment, his only option was to gamble, hoping they could make it in time.
Lu Ming nodded: "Okay!"
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