Secretary Ling felt a shiver run down his spine.

He asked doubtfully, "Where are the people we sent to monitor? Did they see Xu Manzhi? The fire started too suddenly, too quickly, and too strangely. It's like someone premeditated it. It's impossible that no one caught it."

"No. There are two teams monitoring the forest, but strangely enough, on the day of the fire, none of them were on duty; they were all tied up with various other things..."

So strange?

Secretary Ling felt a chill run down his spine.

Has the Xu family's spies infiltrated the upper echelons of Haicheng?

That's impossible!

Something that will never happen.

"Where is Yan Lin? Where is he? Has he come back?" he asked again.

"He was supposed to come back three days ago, but he was temporarily assigned an emergency rescue mission and only returned today."

Yan Lin felt a tightness in his chest, a suffocating discomfort.

He was restless for three days.

Every moment felt like torture.

He was allowed to come back three days ago, but as soon as the car arrived, he was given an urgent task to lead a team.

There was a near accident along the way.

Every time he fired a shot, he would see his wife standing in the firelight, smiling and saying, "Yan Lin, you must wait for me, you must wait for me..."

In one incident, a bullet grazed his cheek.

He nearly went berserk as blood flowed down his face.

A strong sense of unease washed over him, and Yan Lin was convinced that Xu Manzhi must have encountered unprecedented trouble, and that every minute he had been away was a mistake.

He wanted to rush to her side.

Don't waste a single second.

Having just come from a battlefield, without even changing out of his combat uniform, he violated regulations by driving off in a car and speeding towards Haicheng.

The tires sputtered and burst into flames as they scraped the ground, and Yan Lin was completely immersed in a dark state of anxiety, agitation, and unease.

Zhizhi, wait for me.

You must wait for me...