Picking up his daughter from the ground, Mo Wenxiu strode to the car, held Mo Bei and sat in the car.
"Go back to the hotel!"
"yes!"
The men closed the car door, got back into the car, turned around and left.
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"Yangyang!"
On another road diagonally across the street, Jiao Yang's mother, Jiao Yalin, pushed away her husband, the Duke of Kent, who was protecting her, turned her face, looked at the black smoke in the distance, and barely called out her son's name. Her body went limp.
Falling towards the ground.
It was not easy to find out the news about her son. She had not seen anyone yet, but something like this happened. As a mother, Jiao Yalin could not bear such a blow and passed out.
"Lin!"
The Duke of Kent rushed over and supported her fallen body.
Behind him, the accompanying medical personnel rushed over, helped Jiao Yalin, and helped her aside for treatment. The Duke of Kent let go and ran towards the direction of the explosion.
Although the relationship with Jiao Yang has never been good, no matter what, he is his biological son. The Duke of Kent is also full of anxiety at this moment.
His men chased him, and the police officers also ran over.
In the surrounding factory buildings, Asang and others got up from the ground and rushed to the site of the explosion immediately.
The old factory building was already in a mess, and smoke and dust were still falling in the air.
In the thick dust, a hand covered in smoke moved gently, and then a person straightened up from the ruins.
Ignoring the pain in his back, Jiao Yang quickly looked around and noticed Leng Zimo not far away. He immediately crawled over on his hands and feet, held his shoulders, and turned him over.
Leng Zimo's condition was not much better. His body was covered with dust, the suit on his back was scratched by something, his face and head were covered in dust, and his eyes were closed tightly.
"Leng Zimo, Zimo!"
Jiao Yang shook his body anxiously, his voice hoarse and urgent.
Just as the two of them ran near the courtyard gate, the factory exploded, and both of them were pushed out by the airflow.
"cough!"
Leng Zimo coughed and slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing him wake up, Jiao Yang's dusty face suddenly lit up with joy.
He is alive, great!
"How are you?"
Leng Zimo rubbed his ears that were a little uncomfortable due to the shock, "I'm fine."
With the rapid sound of footsteps, Asang and the Count's people had already run over. Seeing Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang helping each other to stand up from the ground, both parties breathed a sigh of relief, and then they stepped forward together and helped each other.
Keep the objects of their attention.
The police officers also ran over and looked at Leng Zimo and others with doubts.
"Who are you?!"
"They are my friends." Jiao Yang looked at the motorcade in the distance, "Send him to the hospital first, and I will explain the other things to you!"
Everyone carefully helped the two people get into the police car and left the scene together.
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USA.
Lower Manhattan Jail.
Leng Zirui raised his hand to take the toothbrush sent by the black prisoner's roommate, who immediately filled his cup with water and placed it on the sink.
Ever since Leng Zirui tied him to the bed frame and slept all night, the black prisoner had taken the initiative to become his servant because he was afraid that Leng Zirui would continue to retaliate against him.
After helping him prepare everything, he immediately exited the bathroom.
After washing, all the prisoners went to the dining area to eat together.
