The moment the explosions rang out, everyone whipped their heads around to look at the two mushroom clouds rising in the distance. There was no joy in their eyes at having caught the enemy in a trap—only grim seriousness.
The Morgan Conglomerate had indeed sent people to track them, but they had no idea how many there were, or what the extent of the damage was.
Countless speculations swirled in their minds.
"So, they were tracking us," Song Yao said, his tone heavy. "What are your thoughts? Do we double back and set an ambush, or do we press on?"
After a moment of contemplation, Qin Wenbo offered his opinion. "I think we should keep moving forward. We've put nearly five kilometers between us. It won't be easy for them to catch up within the city limits. Plus, we're about to cross through the entire city center, so our chances of shaking them are very high."
