The next morning.
A motorcycle roared loudly, stopping in front of a blocked apartment building.
A man wearing sunglasses got off the bike, dressed in black, with a cold aura, his complexion slightly pale, looking somewhat unusual.
"Working overtime early in the morning, no overtime pay, really tough."
Gao Ming muttered softly, but his assistant beside him heard it clearly.
Everyone knows.
Gao Ming is known for working nine to five, with weekends off, and holidays off. To him, work is work, life is life, and he never sacrifices life for work.
"There are some survivors inside, but for safety reasons, no one's been sent in. We've been waiting for you to handle it."
A person responsible for sealing this place came to report.
Gao Ming said, "Looks like Yang Jian really doesn't intend to handle things here casually. Does he have to be so clear about it? He's a captain after all. Can't he consider my plight?"
