"An Ziqing! Do you know what you're saying! Do you think I could do that! Shut up!"
"No... the detonator, I really can't hold it anymore... once I let go, it'll explode..." An Ziqing trembled with pain all over, "Ling Chuan... this is the explosive Jia Luo made in secret, I can't disarm it, and neither can you! Only two minutes left! Let me go... I beg you..."
Tears filled her eyes, a mixture of pain, regret.
Yet there was a hint of happiness.
Ling Chuan stared at this woman, a mix of love and hate!
"Trust me! I won't let you die, and I won't die either!" Ling Chuan looked at the explosive, his mind rapidly constructing the entire device's structure.
He closed his eyes, his mind filled with series of data and circuits.
He was Xia Zhisu's son, of pure Viana Clan blood, with astonishing intelligence and an acute sensitivity to data.
"Hurry up!! In ten seconds, we'll be blown to pieces!" Gu Yifeng shouted with urgency.
