He slammed his foot on the gas pedal and rushed over.
Abandoning the car, he sprinted wildly, only to see a tight police cordon surrounding a factory. Policemen and the bomb squad were communicating via radio.
"Sir, you cannot go in!"
Fu Nancheng lifted the cordon and charged forward, only to be blocked by a policeman.
"Get out of the way!"
Fu Nancheng's eyes turned red as he pushed him aside, his eyes reflecting the factory in front of him.
The abandoned factory was not large, the main gates wide open, allowing a clear view inside.
Sixteen to seventeen meters from the gate was a scene of devastation; the cement floor was charred from the explosion, with debris scattered everywhere. A charred, mangled corpse lay shattered, with barely anything left—a few limbs, ankles, thighs, scattered in various places.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the char covering any bloodstains that should have been there.
"Xiao Mo... no... it can't be..."
