"Crash! Crash!"
Under the force of the powerful explosion, the windows on the side of the 101 Air Hotel nearest to the fireball shattered to pieces.
Below, just as Jiang Yan and two others had taken advantage of the night to slip into a guest room on the 23rd floor, they felt a chill at the back of their heads and necks.
The cold wind whipped up the blackout curtains and white gauze curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows, howling, bringing with it icy raindrops that pitter-pattered as they fell inside.
Watching a sudden burst of blinding daylight amidst the loud noise outside the window, the three exchanged a wary glance.
In the corridor outside the room, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.
Judging by the noise, there were quite a few people guarding outside.
"This—" Zhao Pengfei's eyes bulged as he was speechless for a second, "Could it be that the two helicopters that took off just a moment ago exploded mid-air?"
