The woman's slender wrist caused his eyes to redden once again.
Just these past few days, he felt that she had lost even more weight, her already thin wrist now frightfully delicate.
A stabbing pain in his chest came over him again, wave after wave assaulting his chest, as Liam Yancey abruptly let go of Tara Summer's hand and stood up with his tall frame.
As he was about to turn around, his phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up immediately—
"Young Master, we are ready to demolish the entire industrial area with explosives. Please give your instructions."
Hearing Owl Eagle's report from the other end, the man furrowed his brow, turning his head to glance at the woman lying unconscious. He asked in a deep voice, "How far will the sound of the explosion carry? Will it reach the city?"
"Hmm..." Owl Eagle did some quick calculations, "Based on the distance, even if the sound reaches the city, it should not be too loud."