Roaring flames surged like a torrential flow. Scorching winds swept through the area, carrying clouds of dust and shattered stone. Debris rained down in every direction, stained with blood.

Out in the plaza beyond the outpatient building, a group of bedraggled figures scrambled for cover, dodging the downpour of severed limbs and mangled corpses falling from above. Their faces were pale with shock.

At the rear of the crowd, Tong Hua bent over, panting heavily as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She felt as though she had never been this exhausted in her entire life. That bastard Ji Jue had casually tossed over the record book without saying a word, while she ended up running herself ragged.

It was one thing to haul the bombs he had prepared and set them up one by one around the hospital while terrified out of her mind. But she even had to operate all the gas valves, oxygen lines, and various dust-dispersion devices personally as well.

If Ji Jue was considered the terrorist mastermind behind the whole operation,...