Teams from all directions, without any call from anyone, began to assemble towards the disaster area.
And they were all beyond Ding Mengxiang's control.
His goal was to have Chen Fang die; as long as Chen Fang and Wang Yiyi were dead, the charges of dereliction of duty against him would naturally be covered up. But now, the situation seemed to be slipping out of control.
Not quite.
There was still a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps Chen Fang was already dead.
After all, it had been almost thirty hours.
Even if he hadn't died at that time, could he still be alive after thirty hours trapped without food or water?
Thinking this, his mood brightened considerably.
Muttering, he said, "Go ahead and rescue, who knows whether you're rescuing a live person or a dead one?"
Of course, he didn't know.
At that moment, Chen Fang was trapped under a bed, having a good time with Wang Yiyi.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
