"We've been waiting for half an hour already, why is there still no news of your son?"
One-eyed Dragon threw away what seemed like his umpteenth cigarette, muttering gloomily.
"It's pitch dark inside, and the power room isn't easy to find, let's wait a bit more."
Chen Fazhong smiled as he responded, secretly praying, "Son, you mustn't find the power room. If you do, you won't have time to escape in thirty seconds."
"Damn it, if it comes down to it, we'll just storm in."
One-eyed Dragon clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "Although the thirteenth floor is heavily guarded, with so many of us, we should be able to take it down…"
"Help!"
Before One-eyed Dragon could finish his sentence, he heard Chen Cang's desperate cry for help.
Then, they saw Tang Ming leading two men in black, holding a masked Chen Cang as they walked out of the building.
"Son."
Chen Fazhong's face changed drastically, ready to rush forward.
