Zhang Xiaomeng used his penetrating vision to look around, and the machinery was already initiating their self-destruct sequence.
The whole underground black market, or rather the entire building, was collapsing, something Zhang Xiaomeng had not anticipated.
"The owner of this black market is really a bastard," Zhang Xiaomeng commented disdainfully.
Although the explosions from the black market wouldn't affect them deep underground, dozens of meters below,
they were still dozens of meters away from the surface, surrounded by smooth walls. Even with his True Qi boosting his jump, he could only leap up to twenty yards at most, still about ten meters short from the exit.
It was hard to find a second point to push off from.
Clearly, getting out directly seemed unlikely.
Zhang Xiaomeng threw off his mask, and then he tossed away Su Er's as well.
Yet, Zhang Xiaomeng still harbored a sliver of hope.
Perhaps this woman named Su Er would have a way.
