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Scratched his neck and sighed, "I heard it's very serious. It's probably hopeless. I've seen this kind of thing a lot. Be careful too, Mr. Xia Zuo. Ha, I recognized you a long time ago. You're handsome, racing car More handsome!"

"Thank you, I regret my life."

Hearing such news, his heart was very depressed. When Zhong Wei drove to a corner, he saw several people busy around a burning racing car.Some people cursed and cursed, the damn racing driver caused them to lose even their fortune, so they should just die.Zhong Wei's heart ached, and he stopped slowly by the side of the road, feeling indescribably depressed.

Then the phone rang.

"Mr. Xia, Coach Lin called to say that there was an accident with the exercise equipment. Curry was injured and just sent to the hospital."

"understood."

"And you asked me to pay attention to that clock, it suddenly accelerated greatly." The butler's voice became confused, "The second hand is about to fly out, bringing the minute and hour hands together, just a few minutes, and now it's up Five o'clock, 05:30! And, it hasn't stopped yet! Listen to the sound!" Da da da da da da da da da, the pointer is running fast like fleeing for life.

Could it be that Currie was mortally wounded?

mission failed?

It's too funny, let alone a man-made disaster, who can prevent such an unknown disaster that fell from the sky?do not die!do not die!do not die!Curry, how can you die so easily when you are young!Although I am tired of competing with Xia Zuo for the dominance of willpower, there is still something unfinished in the dark.

Zhong Wei grabbed the phone tightly, his heart was surging, and his hands were trembling.

"They stopped!" The butler suddenly exclaimed.

Stopped?Clock back to normal?Will this mission continue?Zhong Wei's voice became extremely weak: "Did it really stop?"

"The minute and hour hands stopped."

Zhong Wei let out a long sigh of relief, and lowered his arms, the palms of which were actually sweaty.He looked forward, the flames of the racing car were gradually extinguished, and the onlookers scattered sparsely.The racer was sent to the hospital early, 16 years old, such a young life, no matter what, he must survive.After many times of silent recitation, Zhong Wei left.

The next day, Zhong Wei asked his assistant to find out the whereabouts of the racer. He was relieved when he heard that he was rescued, and sent another anonymous money, which may be considered a curb.

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