The night was falling.
Zhao Zhenghui ended a lengthy and important meeting, his slightly exhausted body returned to the resting room, initially hoping for a brief rest to soothe his tense nerves.
The abrupt ringtone of the cellphone, like a sharp blade, instantly tore through the brief tranquility.
His gaze swept to the cellphone screen, the caller ID showed it was his own security personnel, a sudden tightness gripped his heart, ominous premonitions flooding his mind like a tide.
"Hello?" Zhao Zhenghui answered the phone, trying hard to keep his voice steady, yet that slight undeniable urgency still transmitted through the radio waves.
On the other end of the phone, the bodyguard's voice trembled noticeably, timidly reporting in detail about the gas explosion in the mansion.
In an instant.