"Mudslide?!"
Seeing the torrent of mud racing down from the mountaintop, the faces of Lin Zheng and the others suddenly changed drastically. They all turned their heads simultaneously and ran toward the outside of the mountain.
This mudslide is no joke; if it were to hit, one's life might be forfeit.
"Go!"
Hao Jian wrapped Shu Ya's waist, stomped on the ground, and darted out in an instant, covering ten meters in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, this mudslide was discovered in advance. If they had been halfway up the mountain, escape would have been much more difficult.
"President Shu, Chairman Hao, I truly apologize for this incident!"
Lin Zheng and his group ran in front of Hao Jian and Shu Ya. Lin Zheng, with a somewhat pale face, apologized.
"The weather is unpredictable, it's not Secretary Lin's fault."
