If Lin Ziyan hadn't pulled her into the water, she might have been burned to ashes by now.

It suddenly exploded, and flames shot skyward.

"Minister Lu,"

Lu Qiuying hadn't even reached the shore yet when she saw the foreman hiding to the side and paused for a few seconds.

"Where are the others? How did it explode?" she asked immediately.

"There's a bomb!"

"When I yelled just now, most people ran this way."

"There's a worker... with a bomb strapped to his body..." The foreman was clearly terrified, his face ashen, and he spoke haltingly.

Lin Ziyan swam to the ladder and climbed two steps to see what was inside.

Dust filled the air, and a pungent smell mingled with it.

The construction site is still on fire.

Those green tarpaulins caught fire easily, and the black smoke was coming from there.

"I saw that worker trying to run into the closed area, and when I yelled at him, he..." The foreman was still shaken, and his legs were trembling as he walked ashore.

He saw a severed leg lying in front of him and collapsed to the ground.

"My legs..."

A man, blackened by thick smoke, crawled over.

Lin Ziyan walked over quickly and realized it was someone she knew.

"My leg, please, take me to the hospital..." Wei Er's face was covered in snot and tears, and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.

Upon seeing the flashing lights at the port entrance, Lu Qiuying immediately stood on a nearby high spot and shouted loudly.

"Come here quickly..."

The foreman snapped out of his daze, wiped his face, and quickly stood up and called out.

"We're over here..."

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, a crowd gathered at the entrance, their cries and shouts blending together.