The car came to a sudden stop, nearly throwing Wells off his seat.
Wells quickly regained his composure.
"What happened?!"
"Mr. Wells, look over there," the driver's voice came from the front.
Wells turned in the direction the driver was pointing and saw flames coming from his estate a hundred meters away.
In the pitch-black night, it was extraordinarily dazzling.
The raging fire illuminated Wells' eyes, igniting the anger within him.
"Jun Moyan!"
An enraged shout burst from his throat.
Wells clenched his fists, trembling with fury.
"Send people to the airport immediately, shoot Jun Moyan on sight!"
With Wells' order, ten minutes later, squad after squad of the royal troops headed to major airports.
Meanwhile, sitting in the helicopter, Jun Moyan was resting with his eyes closed.
Beside him, Qing Yi found a power bank and plugged in the phone, which had been turned off due to a dead battery.
