Qian Duoduo, dressed in a Tang suit, also looked disheveled at this moment, his face smeared with dust from the collapsed villa. Despite this, he was still urgently making arrangements, "Bafu, tally up what was bombed, assess the current situation, and check for any casualties! Then, send some people to check on the castle!"
Owning an estate that spanned the entire mountain had its downsides—it was simply too large. Whenever an incident occurred, someone had to be dispatched to take inventory. The young man named Bafu held a device that continuously displayed records and feedback information as the more than six hundred people on West Mountain began to operate at high speed.
Su Xiangnan furrowed his brow, realizing something was amiss. Damn it, he hadn't ordered anyone to blow up any gas canisters from start to finish!
Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang—it was Jing Shu's mobile number!
