Xiao Cha arrived to find her own unit engulfed in billowing smoke, turned into a torch.
There was no need to save it, better to let it extinguish itself than to waste manpower and resources.
Truthfully, Xiao Cha hadn't intended to cause such a big scene; she thought it would suffice to blow up the conference room.
But this era's architecture used a lot of wood, which once caught fire, was very hard to extinguish.
Colleagues around her faced the tragedy with somber expressions. The girl guiltily glanced around, and her eyes suddenly met with Chen Zhizhong's.
The expression on the Chief Constable was complex, filled with regret, blame, and surprise.
However, Xiao Cha suddenly looked at Mr. Chen's right thigh, spotting a deep gash where a steel slice was embedded.
"No, wait, Uncle Chen had already run away… He did this on purpose!"
The girl quickly realized that Uncle Chen had been there untouched and it wouldn't look right, so he must have injured himself on purpose.
