Driving out of the factory, fire trucks and police cars whizzed by the roadside, swiftly rushing to the scene of the explosion.
Ling Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, reaching towards his waist. Instantly, he furrowed his brows, feeling the warmth in his palms. Raising his hand, he saw it was covered with fresh blood.
He gently lifted the corner of his coat, where a rusty piece of rebar was lodged in his waist. During the explosion, this broken rebar from a beam, propelled by the blast wave, had impaled him.
Previously, he had been too focused on escaping to notice the pain. But now that he relaxed, excruciating pain surged through him, making him grit his teeth.