At that moment, Duke Mining was engulfed in mes.


    When Dong Mingchao received an urgent order from Sun Tongzhi to locate Song Qianshi, he was momentarily taken aback.


    Staring at the fierce ze, he muttered, “How on earth am I supposed to get in there?”


    As he spoke, the towering steel structure of the refinery distorted under the intense heat, eventually copsing with a thunderous crash. A powerful shockwave surged forth, momentarily suppressing the mes as the roof fell, only for the fire to surge higher than before, zing even more fiercely than the original inferno.<fn2a38> Follow current nov?ls on find~novel</fn2a38>


    Dong Mingchao wavered, ultimately deciding to record a video response to Sun Tongzhi: “Mr. Tongzhi, it’s not that I don’t want to go in, but the fire is just too intense, and I can’t get anywhere near it!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    This update was then ryed by Sun Tongzhi to Grand Commander Wu Shutong.


    Upon seeing the fire, Wu Shutong realized that searching for anyone inside was a futile endeavor. The heat from the crematorium’s incinerator surely couldn’tpete with the ze at Duke Mining. The immediate priority was to inform the Lord of the situation. As for Song Ruyu, he could only hope for her safety.


    However, the enormity of the problem weighed heavily on Wu Shutong’s mind, filling him with trepidation. If he were to face repercussions, he felt uncertain about what form those could take.


    Yet, deep down, he understood that he had to report the truth, no matter how terrified he was. Failure to do so would only lead to usations of neglecting military intelligence.


    Thus, he picked up his phone and called the chief steward of the Lord, Jadiel.


    Jadiel, who was over a century old, had been close to Sara for nearly a hundred years. He was well-acquainted with Po Qinghui and Sara. He was aware that starting tonight, the Right Army Governor’s Office would be undergoing significant changes, and with the three elders present, Wu Shutong’s call at this moment couldn’t be good news.


    Sensing something was amiss, Jadiel immediately texted upon the call connecting: “Shutong, what’s going on?”


    “Grandfather…” Wu Shutong replied, his voice choked with emotion, “It’s bad, Grandfather. There’s an issue with the death squad station under mymand, and it’s nearly as severe as what happened in Cyprus…”


    Jadiel was the eldest son of the Wu family.


    Sara had taken him under her wing, guiding him, promising him longevity, and mentoring him as a confidant. However, this training came with a price: he lost the right to marry and have children.


    Although he wasn’t a eunuch, Sara forbade him from pursuing marriage and parenthood. This was the cost of his allegiance to her.


    With Sara as a role model, Jadiel found no interest in the mundane pursuits of family life. Instead, he preferred to follow Sara in the quest for immortality. If Sara were to pass away from old age while he remained, he could inherit the Poqing Society and ascend as its next leader.


    Wu Shutong and the other descendants of the Wu family were, in fact, the offspring of Jadiel’s younger brothers.


    Thus, it was only natural for them to refer to him as grandfather.


    Upon hearing of the crisis in the garrison, Jadiel immediately inquired, “Is that man on the move again?! I thought he was in Nigeria?!”


    “No!” Wu Shutong replied, sounding quite distressed. “The mysterious figure seems to have anticipated our ns. He hasn’t been to Nigeria for quite some time. Although the three elders are secluded, they take turns using spiritual energy to scan the area almost every hour. No cultivators have been detected. Just now, I received word that the Moran death camp has been destroyed, and Song Ruyu is also missing…”


    Jadiel gasped, “What did you just say?! Song Ruyu is there too?! Isn’t she supposed to be at the governor’s mansion? How could she possibly be there?!”