"Can there be some clues of death left behind? Even bone fragments will do. Otherwise, how can we confirm...who this is?"
Hao Jian stopped mid-sentence, suddenly pointing at the screen and shouting in surprise.
A scorched figure lay at the edge of the explosion site, the clothes burned to ashes but the person not dead, feebly moving fingers, pain etched on the scorched face.
"Tang Ming."
Yan Qinglong exclaimed, "What kind of monster is this guy? Such a violent explosion, yet he didn't die!"
"For god's sake, we better run quickly, get out of here, this guy's really got nine lives."
Hao Jian shouted with a grim face, "Pilot, hurry and run."
"What are you running for? He's clearly been blown into serious injury, can't even move, what's there to be afraid of?"
Yan Qinglong rebuked angrily, shouting at the pilot, "Head to the explosion site."
"Yes!"
The pilot responded and immediately adjusted the plane's direction, rushing towards the explosion site.
