The middle-aged firefighter's face instantly turned ashen, as if drained of all blood. His legs shook violently beyond his control, even his knees began to lightly knock together, making faint sounds.
He instantly recognized that the person who had arrived was none other than the City Fire Department Director, Zhao Deming.
And standing beside Zhao Deming was surprisingly the Provincial Committee Secretary's close aide, Wang Lixin.
"Di-Di-Director Zhao..." the young firefighter stammered. Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Deming's sharp gaze, as sharp as a knife, frightened him into silence. His body curled slightly, like a scared quail.
The two were completely panicked, fear surged in their eyes like a tidal wave, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, dropping to the ground from their cheeks.
Clearly, no one had expected Zhao Deming and the Provincial Committee Secretary's close aide to appear at this moment.
At the same time.
