Once the fire department withdrew, the explosion site that had been bustling all day fell silent, and those onlookers, seeing that there was no excitement left to watch, also left.
At this moment, the vicinity of the entire factory, apart from the ravaged ruins and debris, was enveloped in air filled with the pungent smell of smoke and fire, with nothing else remaining.
Ying Hai, sitting in the car, observed this scene and looked toward the rearview mirror: "Sir, what should we do now?"
The old man wore an expression of extreme gravity, his brow tightly furrowed, his face tense, as if he were contemplating something terribly terrifying, his entire demeanor exuding an ominous air.
After asking, he waited for about a minute, until finally, the person closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat: "Let's return first!"
"Alright!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Hai immediately started the car and drove back.
