An endless surge of frustration, guilt, remorse, and other negative emotions flooded Luo Zheng's heart, along with a deep sense of self-blame. Unable to contain himself, Luo Zheng patted his forehead several times to try and stay calm. A wave of sorrow and anger welled up, and he slammed on the brakes. The car stopped abruptly, and Luo Zheng stared ahead, tears of regret rolling down from his tiger-like eyes, tracing his face and falling silently onto his chest, like the endless and profound night sky.
"Brothers, stay strong," Luo Zheng murmured. "Wait for me. I will definitely rescue you, even if it costs my life." His confused gaze gradually regained some clarity.
Suddenly, a figure emerged in Luo Zheng's mind - Jackson. The tangled thoughts seemed cleaved by lightning, revealing a direction. Many questions were resolved in an instant. Yes, it's Jackson. The problem must lie with him. Given Jackson's nature, he surely anticipated that I would take action.
