The towering flames carried a scorching breath, approaching her like a giant dragon.
Gong Shirao felt as if the billowing smoke was about to engulf her.
She thought the kidnappers had wavered, but in the end, they decided to set the fire anyway.
Now there's not even a last chance left!?
In her desperation, Gong Shirao suddenly remembered the mobile phone on the ground.
Could there be a signal?
Could it be...
Gong Shirao hurriedly fiddled with the phone. No signal...
Try calling for help.
No SIM card, can't call for help at all...
Try emergency services, 112. But just as she dialed two numbers, the phone automatically powered off, out of battery.
Unbelievable, was this all calculated?
Gong Shirao only felt a sense of despair permeating amidst the flames.
On the other side.
Zhan Nanjue and Yan Ziyan arrived at Warehouse Number Nine, finding it empty, where was anyone?
