Feng Ye carried him on his back, muttering as he walked, "If I don't care about you, you'll die."
He brought the person to the exit, where the guards immediately approached to help upon seeing him.
"Mr. Feng, what happened to Young Master Jiang?"
Jiang Qi was seen frothing at the mouth, his face pale, and his breath weak.
"There is poison gas inside; many people are poisoned. Call an ambulance quickly, and get some men to come in with me," Feng Ye cast a glance at Jiang Qi, then ran back inside.
The people outside looked at each other in dismay, hesitating. Going in meant certain death, but not going in . . .
They weren't afraid of dying, but they had families at home, older and younger, relying on them for support.
Fu Pan glanced at them and commanded, "Everyone listen to me, those without siblings stay put, those with men in the family follow me in!"
"Yes!"