Before long, Ling Chen felt the temperature inside the machine gradually decrease. Unable to breathe, he hurriedly pushed open the sealed hatch, and a smell of scorching mixed with the air immediately rushed in from outside.
Ling Chen didn't care too much, greedily breathing in the air as he crawled out of the machine. By this time, the fire inside the factory had been brought under control and a team of firefighters had already burst through the doors, rushing in with hoses.
"Sir, are you alright?" One of the firefighters saw Ling Chen escaping from the machine and hurried over to help him walk outside.
"I'm fine, you go ahead with your work," Ling Chen declined the offer of help and walked out of the burnt-out factory on his own.
At this moment, among the crowd that had gathered around the fire trucks, a man wearing sunglasses turned around and pulled out his phone to dial a number.
"Hello!"
"How did things go?"
