Leng Zirui glanced at the watch on his wrist and headed downstairs again. At his feet was a winding cable extending from the side of the hospital to the operating room.
This was Leng Zimo's lifeline.
Before the surgery was completed, he wouldn't allow anyone to touch it.
From the third floor to the first floor, from the building entrance to the roadside, Ah Jiu's men and Leng Zirui's men occupied every corner, protecting this cable. Leng Zirui continuously moved up and down the stairs, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Now, he could finally calm down and think about the matter.
In front of him, details flashed past.
A burnt-out master switch, a congested intersection, a baby stroller suddenly rushing in...
"No, this isn't a coincidence!" Leng Zirui stopped in his tracks and quickly scanned the area, "Cobra, it was you, wasn't it?!"
