Fu Zhengzheng and Han Siqi gasp at the time bomb behind Fu Xing’s feet.

“What can we do?”

Han Siqi’s forehead is covered with beads of sweat. He feels panicky for the first time.

Fu Zhengzheng keeps silent, holds the chair and turns around, half squatting. Li Xiaomeng and Beardman have faded into the darkness.

It’s extremely quiet around. Only the tick of the time bomb is reverberating in the air and beating their hearts again and ...