India Gathering Zone.
Flames filled the sky, visible from several kilometers away.
Thick black smoke spread everywhere.
The dead and wounded were beyond counting.
Jiang Min sat in the off-road vehicle, privately feeling that something was wrong.
Fei Island's municipal services were extremely backward, relying entirely on the committee to manage things.
A fire on this scale probably could not be put out anytime soon.
And finding Chun Prefecture's bomb men amid such chaos was nothing short of wishful thinking.
"Everyone out. We're proceeding on foot."
After a long time considering it, Jiang Min ordered them to abandon the vehicles.
Relations between the Koreans and Indians had never been particularly good. If they drove in, someone taking advantage of the chaos would definitely seize the chance to drive their vehicles away.
Vehicles were treasures on Fei Island.
"Ring, ring, ring."
They had barely taken two steps when Jiang Min's phone rang.
"Hello, Chairman."
"Come back."
Chairman Bai's weary voice came through.
Jiang Min froze at his words, then checked the caller ID on his phone again.
After confirming it was Chairman Bai, he asked in confusion, "Chairman, we're almost at the settlement."
"We're not rescuing them. Tell the Amir Family that bombs have been planted in our settlement too, and we have no manpower to spare."
"Hiss..."
Jiang Min sucked in a sharp breath.
He had finally seen what Chun Prefecture was capable of.
If explosions went off in the Korean settlement too, their situation certainly would not be much better.
"Did he... really plant them?"
Jiang Min asked uneasily.
He knew those checkpoints alone could never stop these battle-hardened veteran bomb men.
The settlement could not run away, and Old Ninth would never be stupid enough to buy explosives from the Koreans.
That made guarding against Chun Prefecture harder