C1211 A 24-hour Chance

Gong Moyi was so hungry that she felt dizzy. When she heard Xiyan Cheng's words, she finally had some spirit. "Mr Cheng, what did you say? Where is the exit?"

"You were not hallucinating just now. What we saw was a military-grade signal flare, standard NO 291." Xiyan Cheng could not hide his excitement. "This place must have been caused by some kind of material underground