Ah Sang glanced in the direction he left, then turned and ran toward another small workshop nearby.

...

...

Inside the old workshop, it was exceedingly quiet, with only the man’s heavy, exhausted breathing.

Jiao Yang’s clothes were already soaked with sweat. After exerting great effort, he finally freed one hand from the ropes.

Of course, for this, he paid a considerable price; the skin on his wrist and the back of his hand was scraped off, bloodied and raw. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Ignoring the pain in his hand, he took a breath, and immediately stretched over to tug at the leather strap on his other wrist.

At this moment, his fingers were almost numb from the pain, and he lacked any strength, unable to tug at all.

Reluctantly, he had to stop and rest for a moment, feeling his body regain some strength. He laboriously propped himself up and leaned in, using his teeth and fingers together to forcefully tug at the leather strap.

Bit by bit, again and again...

With his efforts, the leather strap finally loosened slightly, and his other hand was finally free.

Jiao Yang let out a long breath and immediately used both hands to undo the leather strap around his waist.

The connection of the leather strap was behind his waist. He carefully moved his fingers over there, feeling around.

He didn’t touch the connection of the leather strap, but felt a square object instead, causing Jiao Yang to frown in confusion.

"What is this?"

Afraid to move recklessly, he propped his body up with his arms and strongly tilted towards the side of the iron rack.

Finally, his head got close to the edge of the iron rack.

Oh my God, what did he see?

A not-so-large black box, with a red light flashing on it, and next to it, a small wireless receiver.

This is... a bomb?!

Jiao Yang’s heart tightened all of a sudden.

No wonder, no wonder when he woke up there was no one around, they even left the phone by his head, seemingly not afraid of him escaping; they had another plan all along.

So, where did Luo Ke and the others go?

Who are these bombs meant for?!

If their target is only him, they wouldn’t need to go to such lengths.

His gaze swept around the room, noticing a surveillance camera still operating in the corner. Suddenly, Jiao Yang thought of a possibility, his heart swelled with urgency.

Luo Ke’s target is Luo Xiaoqian. Knowing he was captured, Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo will definitely take action. Leng Zimo definitely would not let Xiao Qian come here, so he would come to rescue him.

This despicable Luo Ke intends to use him as bait to blow up Leng Zimo?!

No way!

He must leave here, get out before Leng Zimo finds him.

Quickly surveying his surroundings, Jiao Yang truly couldn’t find anything to cut the leather strap. Noticing the phone set aside, his eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed the dead phone, smashing it forcefully against the iron rack.

After several hits, the phone screen finally shattered. Carefully picking off a large shard, Jiao Yang quickly started cutting the leather strap around his waist.

Outside the workshop.

Leng Zimo cautiously entered the yard, carefully advancing towards the factory on high alert, noticing the flattened grass on the square lawn. He raised his eyebrows and quickly made his way towards the rear workshop.

Suddenly, there was the sound of pounding from somewhere inside the workshop. He stopped, listened intently sideways, then gripped his gun tightly and carefully moved towards the source of the sound.

Seeing that there was no one around, Leng Zimo cautiously lifted his head and looked through the window into the workshop. Through the gap in the tattered curtain, he saw clearly the figure of a man half-propped on the iron rack bed in the room.