Scar ignored him, with the aura of a desperate criminal, and said ferociously: "Take out your phone and see if there is any signal."
The person he caught put up a short fight, but was intimidated by him and reluctantly took out his phone: "I just called my family..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the signal himself: "Huh."
Scar snatched the phone away.
"I'll see for myself!"
When he saw the bright red X on the signal bar, his face became as gloomy as a dark cloud, and looked extremely ugly.
The man felt the low pressure and reached out to grab the phone: "You have finished reading, you can give it back to me."
Scar took a deep breath, put the phone into his arms expressionlessly, turned around and strode away from here...
He quickly returned to the car and said to his friend with a serious expression: "The boss might have been in trouble."
The friend who followed him asked in confusion: "What do you mean? Isn't the boss in there?"
Scar slapped him in dismay: "Didn't you notice that there has been no sound from the earphones since the boss went in?"
"And... the explosion just now. The signal base station may be gone. Not only the two of us, but everyone else's cell phones have no signal either."
He concluded.
"That pretty boy got help from somewhere, and there was more than one person. Someone was inside protecting him, and someone else went to blow up the signal base station!"
His face looked ugly, like ice and snow that had just melted, taking on an unsettlingly cold color.
"We don't know how many people the other side has right now... I'm worried, Boss. I want to go in and take a look! Come with me."
His friend was still reasonable and said hesitantly, "But before the big brother went in, he specifically told us to block the door here to prevent the pretty boy from running away."
Scar opened the trunk and took out a weapon. Without saying a word, he said, "Our brothers are in danger of death, why would you care about this pretty boy?"
"But."
"Okay, the boss said that this pretty boy is not important. He is just a tool kidnapped by the young lady and will be useless soon." "..."
"He will be useless soon anyway, a day earlier or later won't make a difference. What's important now is the boss and the others, we have to go in and support them."
"But my brother said..."
Scarface didn't give him a chance to speak and asked directly: "Are you going or not? If not, I'll go by myself!"
If you say no at this critical juncture, you’re not a man.
The friend hesitated for a moment, snorted, turned around and picked out his favorite weapon from the trunk, and said without hesitation: "Go!"
Scarface thought for a moment and said to him, "Wait, I'll go get some brothers to join us."
He was very efficient and decisive in his work. He called people over in just a few minutes, and a group of people took their weapons and entered the court together.
As soon as they left, there was almost no one around the vehicles outside.
When Qiao Nian came back, she found that things were going even more smoothly than she had imagined. She attached a miniature igniter to the chassis of each car.
He circled around the hearing room to make sure that every car following Qin Si was in place.
Wait until seven or eight cars are ready.
She then staggered towards the alley where the motorcycle was hidden.
The night deepens.
There was a commotion in front of the court, and there was no one passing by in the alley behind the court. It was as quiet as the dead night.
Qiao Nian walked slowly, not fast.
Qin Si hid in the darkness and couldn't tell who the footsteps outside belonged to. He only heard the footsteps getting closer and closer to him...