After taking the medicine, Harold realized that his heartbeat was slowing down.

Ethan wasn't an amateur; he had always been experienced in this area. Harold believed that he would escape as well.

Still, when Harold closed his eyes, he could imagine the flames filling the sky. Humans were powerless when faced with huge disasters like this.

It was like an avalanche. Even a skilled fighter couldn't do anything about it.

Seeing his exhausted expression, Edmund hastily coaxed.

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Harold. The fire at the scene still hasn't been put out yet, and there is poisonous gas everywhere.

"Our men have gone to search for Mr. Miller. They should have news soon."

Harold lay back on the chair, placing his hands on his forehead.

"If he dies there, how am I going to face his grandmother when I die and see her in the future?"

Edmund stood at the side. Looking at Harold's graying hair, he finally realized how old Harold was getting.

He sighed. "Let's trust that Mr. Miller will be f