"Quick, drive faster, even faster!"
The black Rolls-Royce tore down the road, its speed already maxed out, the car almost seeming to lift off into the air, the scenery outside the window flashing by. But Long Yutian kept urging for more speed…
He didn't know what had happened, but half an hour later, his calls could no longer get through to the South Mountain Mental Hospital's reception desk. Along the way, he kept redialing without pause, but no one answered the phone.
Monica suddenly screamed, "Master, there's a fire over there..."
Long Yutian turned his head to look. Far off in the distance, a column of black smoke shot up into the sky; below it, flames soared high. The direction seemed to be that of South Mountain Mental Hospital, and he felt as if he were being hollowed out.
His mind blanked for a few seconds, then he pushed Monica aside, "Get out, let me drive!"
