"It's fixed!"

"Walk!"

The fire rescue vehicle drove frantically onto the highway and began to head to the LaCrosse restaurant.

From a building not far from the LaCrosse restaurant, you can clearly see the flames soaring into the sky, turning half of the sky red.

A man wearing a mask stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking in the direction of LaCrosse with a pair of stern eyes.

"Lord Yinyue, if the chef dies too... what should we do next?" a subordinate asked carefully, his eyes flickering a bit.

"I have my own ideas." Yinyue's voice was cold, "Why do you need to say more?"

The subordinate looked horrified, "Yes, yes...it's my fault for talking too much."

"roll!"

The men immediately turned around and left.

The empty room instantly became quiet again.

After a while, suddenly... a subordinate came over and reported, "Sir Yinyue, Bo Xingzhi is personally piloting the plane to rescue. Fu Yinli's rescue vehicle has also arrived."

Yinyue sneered, "So what? The fire has spread long ago, and even the Great Luo Immortal can't save it."

Inside the LaCrosse restaurant, the temperature is extremely high.

The thick smoke choked the Chinese people and made them tremble all over. Their throats and eyes felt so uncomfortable that it was almost as if they had swallowed several kilograms of sand. Their throats were cut and sore.

He carried another colleague out with difficulty. The quilt on his body was scorched by the terrible fire, and it seemed that there was no way to cover him up.

But he still couldn't bear to throw it away! He fell to the ground exhausted, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and the Chinese man's eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up suddenly.

"Who? Is it the fire alarm? We're here!"

Just then, there was a click!

A security door was burned alive by fire and fell from the sky!
Chapter completed!