Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Burning fragments kept falling from the ceiling. The black cat spirit tried its best to block them for him, and the smell of burnt fur filled the air.

There was only a sea of ​​fire in front of me, and I couldn't see anything.

He wanted to rush into the inner bedroom like a madman, but was held back by Chen Mo and Liu Mingye.

"Boss! It's going to collapse!"

&34;Let me go!&34;

&34;He's still in there!&34;

The firelight illuminated Lin Ci'an's blood-stained face, and a tear was evaporated by the high temperature before it fell.

Liu Mingye knocked Lin Ci'an unconscious with a palm and handed him over to Chen Mo.

Liu Mingye looked at the door engulfed in flames, then turned back to look at the unconscious Lin Ci'an.

The boss's usually calm and composed face was now covered in soot and blood, and his brows were still tightly furrowed even in his coma.

"Damn it, he's willing to sacrifice his life for a little lover..."

He cursed under his breath, but had already taken off his tactical jacket and dipped it into the sink.

Chen Mo grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Are you crazy? The temperature inside is at least a thousand degrees! You will turn into carbon in less than a minute."

"My life was dug out from the dead by the boss."

Liu Mingye shook off his hand and put his wet coat over his head. "Sixty seconds is enough."

He took a deep breath and kicked open the rickety door.

The heat wave hit me, instantly drying up the moisture on the fabric.

He couldn't open his eyes in the thick smoke, so he could only grope towards the bed based on his memory.

Hot metal fragments kept falling on his body, and he could feel the burning pain even through his combat uniform.

His fingers were blistered from touching the bed frame, but he still felt the cold metal object - it was the special electromagnetic shackles, the soft padding on the inside had long been carbonized.

He felt some flaky fragments nearby, which looked like burnt human bones.

Just as he grabbed the shackles, a teeth-grinding sound of breaking came from above his head.

Fifty-eight seconds.

Liu Mingye rolled out of the room, and a burning beam crashed down behind him, completely blocking the door to the inner bedroom.

He collapsed in the corridor, gasping for breath, his bloody palms clutching the burnt and deformed shackles.

"Was it worth it?"

Chen Mo poured him some water, his voice trembling, "For someone of unknown origin..."

Liu Mingye did not answer, but just looked at the unconscious Lin Ci'an.

Even in his unconscious state, the boss's fingers were still twitching slightly, as if he was still digging through the burning ruins with his bare hands in a dream.

He suddenly remembered that rainy night three years ago when Lin Ci'an carried him back from the battlefield covered in blood.

"Is it worth it..."

He threw the shackles on the ground and said with an ugly smile, "It depends on who it is for."

Lin Ci'an suddenly opened his eyes on the hospital bed in the medical room, and his pupils contracted violently.

He pulled out the IV needle on the back of his hand, not even noticing the blood gushing out of the needle hole.

&34;Where is Chu Ziyu?&34;

His voice was horribly hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against glass.

Chen Mo, who was standing by the bed, subconsciously took a half step back, his Adam's apple rolling: "Boss, calm down first..."

"I'm asking you, where is Chu Ziyu?!"

Lin Ci'an grabbed Chen Mo's neck and his mental power exploded uncontrollably, causing the glass instruments in the entire medical room to explode one after another.

The black cat's spirit form was faintly visible behind him, but it was so weak that it could hardly take shape.

Liu Mingye rushed in upon hearing the noise, holding the deformed metal shackles in his hand: "Boss, we only found this..."

Lin Ci'an loosened his fingers.

He slowly and mechanically took the shackles, stroking the soft padding inside with his fingertips - he had put them on himself three days ago to prevent the chains from rubbing Chu Ziyu's skin.

The cushion is now carbonized and crumbles to dust at the touch.

&34;Where are the people?&34;

he asked softly.

Liu Mingye and Chen Mo exchanged glances.

Finally, Liu Mingye said with a stiff upper lip: "The fire was too big... By the time it was put out... it was already..."