When Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong arrived downstairs at Tianming Teahouse, five minutes had already passed.
"Beep beep——"
"Beep beep——"
"Beep beep——"
The sirens blared incessantly, with dozens of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances parked below the teahouse.
The police were responsible for dispersing and isolating the onlookers to prevent them from getting hurt.
The firefighters all joined in to stop the fire from spreading further.
Nurses kept rushing into the fire, lifting the injured onto stretchers and bringing them to the ambulances.
Luckily, it was just a micro bomb, and the damage wasn't too great, so there weren't many injured.
The second floor's box, now a blaze and pitch black, was blown to pieces, but the boxes above, below, left, and right seemed fine, unscathed by the explosion's impact.
Su Qingqing and Song Yanhong scanned through the crowd, constantly searching for someone!
