Binhai City, Anti-Drug Task Force.
In the office, a slide show was playing, summarizing all the events that had taken place from last night to the current moment.
Director Wei Dongming was in command, and after listening to the reports, he asked with a furrowed brow, "How is Jiang Feng doing now?"
The officer reported, "He's out of life-threatening danger now. Someone had dislocated the joints in his neck, causing a state of suspended animation. When the van rolled down the mountain, his spleen was ruptured, and he broke two ribs."
"So, to say, tumbling down a hill over fifty meters and not a single death?"
Wei Dongming was somewhat surprised.
The officer nodded, "That's indeed the case."
The other members of the task force exchanged bewildered glances, finding it hard to comprehend such a supernatural event.
Ding Xue, sitting inside, wasn't surprised though.
If Long Fei wanted, the van might as well have flown.
