Sichuan Province.
The basin was already hot, and under this extremely high temperature, the surface temperature became even more terrifying.
Gan Xiong looked outside, seeing the visible high temperatures.
On the window glass, due to the large temperature difference inside and outside, a layer of condensation formed.
Dong dong dong—
A series of knocks on the door.
"Come in," Gan Xiong's voice was deep and robust, carrying an inherent calm and command.
The door was pushed open, and the person who entered, with his head lowered, did not look around and walked straight to Gan Xiong's side.
"Thirty people died from the heat yesterday, additionally, the slaves that Zhang Family bought recently rioted last night, killing the Zhang Family's old master. Four slaves were killed immediately, and now one slave has escaped. The Zhang Family is requesting our support to help search."
Silence.
From the moment this person entered, Gan Xiong hadn't said a word.
