"Arrange a plane immediately; I need to leave this place!"
"Huh?" His subordinate was stunned.
"Damn it, hurry up and prepare! Do you want to die!"
Xu Mude slapped his subordinate hard, spinning him round three times on the spot.
"I've done all I can... There's nothing more I can do. Everyone who can run should run now; leave this mess for the government to sort out. They'll have a way!"
"Xu's Biology pays so much tax to them every year, now it's their turn to pay us back!"
"Yes, sir!"
...
On the Dragon Core Fighter, Xue Jing looked through the porthole towards the distant Sky Center, which was faintly trembling.
Countless fragments of the wall continuously fell off, yet for some unknown reason, the entire Sky Center was still remarkably stable and showed no signs of collapsing.
"So, something did happen... but we're a bit late."
Xue Jing sighed softly.
