What Kind of Trap Did You Set Up Again

Xing Guan couldn't say anything, only silence.

"You still have many opportunities to torture him in the future. There's no need to risk your future for such a person. What kind of revenge was this? Go back and think about it first. It's just burning a warehouse, and you're offering yourself. Is it that cheap?"

Xing Guan's throat was burning, and he finally gave up the idea of burning the warehouse himself.

"This is the best place to watch the fireworks tonight. Huo Jiuxiao asked me to bring you here so that you'll remember it forever. Losing even a strand of hair for that scum is an unlucky thing."

Xing Guan, Duan Yanxing, and the others were standing halfway up the mountain behind the warehouse. There was a platform where they could see the locations of all the warehouses below. At this moment, their eyes were fixed on Huo Weichen's warehouse.