The brick kiln factory was unrecognizable; the scene before Xiao Lin's eyes could only be described as unbearable to behold. The original three main buildings had been leveled, and amidst all this chaos, the most prevalent color was charred black.
"Brother, how on earth did you manage to escape from this pile of ruins? A rocket launcher, that's not a small weapon!" Hua Qingyi stood behind Xiao Lin, speaking in a low voice. To others, it might look like ruins destroyed by fire, but traces remained, such as walls penetrated and steel girders blasted away; these weren't results of a mere fire. "Don't tell me you're hiding an injury from me!"
"Being able to escape is good enough. Why so much chatter?" Xiao Lin frowned. The destruction here was far more severe than he had imagined, and with Shaoqing and the bald guy gone with no news, he had no choice but to plan for the worst.
"You two brats, come over here!" Hua Muyun stood under the scorching sun amidst the ruins.
