With his daughter in his arms, Mo Wenxiu strode towards the car, holding Mo Bei as he sat inside.

"Back to the hotel!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate closed the car door properly and got back inside, turning around to leave.

...

...

"Yang Yang!"

On another street diagonal from theirs, Jiao Yang’s mother, Jiao Yalin, pushed aside her husband, the Duke of Kent, who was shielding her, turned her face, and looked at the distant black smoke, barely calling out her son’s name. Then her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

Having barely received news about her son, now without even seeing him, such a thing happened. As a mother, Jiao Yalin couldn’t endure such a blow and fainted.

"Lin!"

The Duke of Kent rushed forward to catch her falling body.

Behind them, accompanying medical personnel quickly ran over, supporting Jiao Yalin and moving her aside for treatment. The Duke of Kent then ran towards the explosion site.

Though the relationship with Jiao Yang had always been poor, no matter what, he was his biological son. The Duke of Kent was extremely anxious at this moment.

The subordinates caught up to him, and the police officers ran over as well.

Around the factory, Ah Sang and others climbed up from the ground, immediately rushing towards the explosion site at first glance.

The old factory was already in chaos, with smoke still floating down from the air.

In the thick dust, a hand stained with smoke gently moved, and then someone straightened up from the rubble.

Ignoring the dull pain in his waist and back, Jiao Yang quickly scanned his surroundings and noticed Leng Zimo nearby. He immediately crawled over on hands and knees, supporting his shoulders, and turned him over.

Leng Zimo wasn’t in much better shape; covered in dust, his suit on his back had been ripped by something, his face and head dust-laden, and his eyes tightly shut.

"Leng Zimo, Zimo!"

Jiao Yang urgently shook his body, his voice hoarse and anxious.

They had just reached the vicinity of the gate when the factory exploded, and both were pushed out by the blast.

"Cough!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Leng Zimo coughed, slowly opening his eyes.

Seeing him regain consciousness, Jiao Yang’s dust-covered face immediately lit up with joy.

He’s alive, thank goodness!

"How are you?"

Leng Zimo rubbed his ears, which were uncomfortable from the shock. "I’m fine."

Fast footsteps sounded, as Ah Sang and the Earl’s people ran over, seeing Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang helping each other stand up from the ground. Both groups were relieved and stepped forward to support their respective concerns.

Police officers also came running, their eyes puzzled as they looked at Leng Zimo and the others.

"Who are you?!"

"They’re my friends," Jiao Yang glanced at the distant convoy. "First, send him to the hospital; I’ll explain everything to you later!"

Everyone carefully helped them into the police car and left the scene together.

...

...

United States.

Lower Manhattan Prison.

Leng Zirui raised his hand to receive the toothbrush from his black cellmate, who immediately filled his cup with water and placed it on the sink.

Since being tied to the bed frame overnight by Leng Zirui the night before last, the black prisoner had voluntarily become his maid, fearing further retaliation from Leng Zirui.

After preparing everything for him, the black prisoner swiftly exited the bathroom.

After washing up, all the prisoners went together to the dining area for breakfast.