"Boom——"
The explosion roared to life behind them.
Liu Zhi, carrying Wang Ming on his back, was blasted into the air by a tremendous wave of heat.
The dazzling flames turned night into day in the Western Suburb, and Ling Li's face turned grim as he arrived on the scene.
He slammed the steering wheel, flooring the accelerator to its limit.
Soon, his car reached the entrance of the warehouse, still ablaze with explosions.
With a sudden stop, Ling Li stumbled out of the vehicle.
He had already searched all the other warehouses in the Western Suburb and found no trace of Mu Anran.
Could it be that Mumu was inside?
With that thought, Ling Li ripped off his coat, covered his mouth and nose, and charged into the inferno without a second thought—
He had barely reached the entrance when someone suddenly grabbed his pant leg.
"Save, save me——" The hoarse voice was filled with extreme terror; the person was blasted beyond recognition.
