Feng Ju was burning with anxiety, wishing he could rush down immediately to rescue his daughter, but the special envoy's words just now were like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart, forcing him to weigh the pros and cons.
His inner self was struggling, as if torn into two halves: one side rationally dissuading, the other side driven by the instinct of fatherly love.
Suddenly, his blood-red eyes widened violently, and he let out a spiritually inspired low growl:
"Mask! Mask also went inside, chase—!"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Ju had already flipped and leapt off the podium, charging straight towards the entrance of the sewer that had been blown open, like a wild beast out of control.
At the same time, Dong Ping and several constables pushed their way against the panicked crowd, rushing into the campus, speeding in the same direction.
The special agent's face instantly stiffened, his eyes icy cold: "..."
