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The raging flames devoured everything around them, and the Ferrari driven by Ye Xuan and Meng Weijia was instantly engulfed by the sea of fire.
"Weijia!"
Suddenly, a roar erupted from the sea of fire.
"Clang."
A shadow kicked the car door open from within the flames and pulled the woman inside out of the vehicle.
"Cough cough..."
The woman coughed incessantly, her forehead smeared with blood, her right arm covered with burns, her once fair legs now charred black with blood-red wounds.
The shadow was none other than Ye Xuan. The moment the fuel truck collided with the Ferrari, Ye Xuan had already kicked open the car door. Although Meng Weijia was swallowed by the flames, Ye Xuan moved swiftly and managed to rescue Meng Weijia from the driver's seat just in time. Otherwise, Meng Weijia would have turned into a pile of ashes by now.
"Are you alright?"
Ye Xuan, looking frantic, held the wounded Meng Weijia tightly and quickly inquired.
"I, I..."
