"Oh no, there's a fire!"
Just as Zhong Li was about to close in, a cry of alarm suddenly came from outside the door.
Everyone was taken aback, turning their heads to look at the shattered doorway.
In an instant, thick smoke billowed in.
Several people at the door began to cough.
"It's really on fire, let's get out of here quickly!"
A burly man covered his mouth and nose, speaking anxiously.
The smoke grew thicker, and many of the strong men at the door turned to leave.
Qi Yu, who had wanted to run, saw this perfect opportunity and hurried outside, not even bothering about his cousin Lu Yao.
"Let's save ourselves first!"
Zhong Li said in a deep voice, then turned and headed for the door.
For a moment, the private room was in complete chaos.
Lu Yao, who was thrown aside by Zhang Xiaowei, disregarded her appearance and crawled to the exit in a panic.
Soon, only Zhang Xiaowei and Lv Ruoxi, who was still unconscious, were left in the room.
