"Courting death." Eighteen's eyes were fierce, grabbing her arm and snapping it directly. Bai Xue screamed miserably but stubbornly refused to let go.
There are only twenty seconds, Ji Die is already desperate: "Miss, I'm sorry, I dragged you into this..."
Yun Ya's expression was composed and calm, without a trace of panic. She seriously examined the bomb. It was uncertain whether Bai Xue was overly confident or not, this bomb was the simplest timed bomb. While the principle is simple, its power is enormous.
"Don't be afraid, I promised Uncle Qin I'd take you home, and I won't break that promise."
Yun Ya calmly and quietly removed the detonator, tore off the tape, and didn't care even as her hand started bleeding.
Pei Qinghan was clenching his teeth hard, his temples throbbing uncontrollably.
"Miss, give it to me." Eighteen flew over and grabbed the detonator from Yun Ya's hand, vanishing in an instant.
