The truck kept going until it crashed into the warehouse on the side and finally stopped. Fang Zheng quickly led the other girls to the front of the truck. At this moment, the truck's cab was completely destroyed, and even the cargo box behind had scattered open, revealing its contents.
Was it a large container?
"How is it, Kurumi?"
"Unfortunately, it seems he's already dead."
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's inquiry, Kurumi glanced into the driver's seat, only to see a long-haired man dressed in worker's attire leaning against the driver's seat, his face and head covered in blood. Judging by his appearance, he was clearly gone.
"What a tragedy, but nothing can be done. Unsafe driving leads to tears for loved ones... Anyway, let's leave this to the police and go."
As Fang Zheng spoke, he gestured to everyone, but at this moment, Black Cat turned her gaze to the large container inside the cargo box.
"Mr. Fang Zheng, that thing... seems a bit odd?"
