With his daughter in his arms, Mo Wenxiu strode towards the car, holding Mo Bei as he sat inside.
"Back to the hotel!"
"Yes!"
The subordinate closed the car door properly and got back inside, turning around to leave.
...
...
"Yang Yang!"
On another street diagonal from theirs, Jiao Yang’s mother, Jiao Yalin, pushed aside her husband, the Duke of Kent, who was shielding her, turned her face, and looked at the distant black smoke, barely calling out her son’s name. Then her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Having barely received news about her son, now without even seeing him, such a thing happened. As a mother, Jiao Yalin couldn’t endure such a blow and fainted.
"Lin!"
The Duke of Kent rushed forward to catch her falling body.
Behind them, accompanying medical personnel quickly ran over, supporting Jiao Yalin and moving her aside for treatment. The Duke of Kent then ran towards the explosion site.
Though the relationship with Jiao Yang had always been poor, no matter what, he was his biological son. The Duke of Kent was extremely anxious at this moment.
The subordinates caught up to him, and the police officers ran over as well.
Around the factory, Ah Sang and others climbed up from the ground, immediately rushing towards the explosion site at first glance.
The old factory was already in chaos, with smoke still floating down from the air.
In the thick dust, a hand stained with smoke gently moved, and then someone straightened up from the rubble.
Ignoring the dull pain in his waist and back, Jiao Yang quickly scanned his surroundings and noticed Leng Zimo nearby. He immediately crawled over on hands and knees, supporting his shoulders, and turned him over.
Leng Zimo wasn’t in much better shape; covered in dust, his suit on his back had been ripped by something, his face and head dust-laden, and his eyes tightly shut.
"Leng Zimo, Zimo!"

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