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Ye Tian looked up, a flash of brilliant purple passing through his eyes, which made the scenery before him become transparent. He quickly located Wang Qian.
One hundred meters away, within the operating room of a towering crane reaching into the clouds, sat a man dressed to the nines. He wore heavy makeup and looked utterly flamboyant.
Moreover, Ye Tian could clearly see that this flamboyant man was holding a microphone connected to the loudspeaker below the crane.
There was no need to ask. This was the man who had spoken, the same Wang Qian mentioned by Wang Ke'er.
What shocked Ye Tian the most was that, looking along the mechanical arm of the crane, there was clearly a young girl tied to the dangling steel cable at the end—it was none other than Wang Bingbing, clad in a fiery red leather jacket and pants.
