The deafening explosion abruptly halted the press conference, plunging the playground into chaos.
Everyone was startled by the explosion and looked up at the violently shaking windows upstairs.
Alarmed prison guards pointed incredulously at a certain window:
"It's Prison Director Qian's office!"
As they spoke, several prison guards immediately rushed towards the main building.
But faster than anyone else was Li Bashan, ordered by Feng Mu, who sprang off the ground like a cannonball, leaping several meters to the window.
He ripped the window apart with his bare hands, dashing in and out, carrying a bloody and mangled form back.
"Quick, quick, quick, Prison Director Qian is still breathing, hurry and get him to the hospital for rescue."
Feng Mu stepped forward in a flash, his fingers trembling as they felt for Qian Huan's breath.
If the two glass-shattered nostrils, spewing blood froth, could still be called a nose.
