Philemon held his breath, listening intently until Fu Yanhe's footsteps had completely vanished before letting out a long sigh, collapsing onto the ground, limbs weak.
His face was pale, and he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with trembling hands.
He had been saved.
Zane's face changed colors as he clutched his chest and stumbled towards the telephone sitting nearby.
Just as Philemon was coming to his senses, he saw Zane's actions and quickly stepped forward to stop him, asking, "Father, what are you doing?"
"Of course contacting Fu Weizhi. If he was really killed by this person, what would become of my miracle drug!" Zane said, his face darkening as he clenched his teeth.
"Moreover, that kid also blew up my military warehouse! I must give him some trouble! Get out of my way! Don't stop me!"
He had just traded with Fu Weizhi for a vial of miracle drug and had just begun to experience its wondrous effects.
