As she looked around in confusion, suddenly there was a deafening explosion from another warehouse not far away, with massive flames shooting out, black smoke billowing, and tongues of fire rising.
"Haha, you thought you could stop me, Halian Ling Kong? This is your fate." Governor Yun's laughter was sinister and sharp, like iron scraping against glass, filled with bitter hatred. "Halian Jing, even if you win this battle, so what? Your son died at my hands."
Jun Yiyi's face was pale, and with a slap, she fell to her knees, her lips and limbs trembling uncontrollably, unable to stop, her eyes staring blankly at the warehouse engulfed in flames.
Brother Ling Kong is inside, how is that possible? It's absolutely impossible.
He won't die, we agreed to be together.
"Ah…" She clutched her head and screamed, unable to accept it.
