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"But, Young Master Paolo..."

The restaurant manager hesitated.

He had been ready to run.

But if Huang Paolo did not leave and he ran, what if Huang Paolo died here?

Would his whole family be hanged at the entrance of the Duomo di Milano?

"Don't worry. I'll go take a look. Take my girlfriend and leave first."

Huang Paolo smiled. "I've encountered bombings before, so I specifically learned some bomb disposal knowledge."

"O-okay..."

The manager waved to a waiter nearby. "Escort this lady out. I'll go take a look with Young Master Paolo."

"What's going on, Paolo?"

Amelia asked anxiously.

Huang Paolo turned back with a smile. "It's nothing. Don't worry. I'll come find you later. Leave the restaurant with this gentleman first."

Amelia wanted to ask more, but Huang Paolo had already quickly followed the restaurant manager.

She left with the waiter in confusion and discovered that people on every floor of the building were fleeing outside.

That made her worry for Huang Paolo's safety.

"What's the situation?"

Paolo followed the manager toward where the bomb had been placed and asked, "Now that the diners have all left, wouldn't it be fine if we just ignored it?"

"Yes, but..."

The manager said, "There's still a company working overtime upstairs. He has already blown up the fire stairs and elevators. According to the call from the criminal, the bomb he planted in the restaurant has a relatively large payload. Our restaurant is in a critical location. I don't know whether this building will collapse if it explodes, but the people upstairs definitely won't survive."

Huang Paolo nodded. No wonder the manager had been so conflicted.

Thinking of all those people trapped upstairs, he probably felt terrible too.

"So what did he demand when he called? Could it be like 2023,