Chapter 547 The Little Fat Guy Should Be Fine!

"Second Young Master, there seems to be an explosion at the underground exit!" Song Yue replied.

Pei Zhengyang's voice suddenly rose, "Underground exit?"

"Probably." Song Yue looked up at the thick smoke outside. After answering, he saw that the second young master had jumped out of the car and hurried to follow.

Pei Zhengyang's heart clenched tightly, and he secretly comforted himself that the little fat man would be fine. He had been out for so long, and she couldn't still be there.

But the comfort was comfort, and the huge uneasiness rising in his heart almost overwhelmed him. With trembling hands, he dialed Xia Qing's number, and no one answered after it rang twice.

"You should be angry with me." Pei Zhengyang muttered softly, but his hand when dialing the phone began to shake. He ordered Song Yue in a hoarse voice, "Call Qingqing."

Song Yue quickly dialed Xia Qing's number and shook his head at Pei Zhengyang a minute later.

Pei Zhengyang's face turned pale. He didn't believe that there could be such a coincidence in the world. What's more, his little fat boy could be reborn once. With such a great opportunity, how could something happen just by saying something happened? He must have just not heard it or was angry and refused to answer the phone. .

No, for a sensible and rational person like Qingqing, she might not have answered the call because she was angry the first time or two, but Song Yue would definitely pick up the call later, so it must have been too noisy for her to hear her.

Pei Zhengyang comforted himself and trotted inside. At this time, his watch vibrated. He quickly connected the connection, "What's going on?"

"Someone blew up the underground exit. Everyone is trapped inside. It's a mess inside now. I'm not sure if there is a bomb inside. Please help me contact the police station." Lu Mingzhen said urgently. The police could not be contacted inside. Bureau, he could only ask Pei Zhengyang for help.

Pei Zhengyang restrained himself from making his voice tremble, "Are there any casualties?"

"It's not clear yet, but if someone was at the exit at that time, the chance of survival in such a narrow place is very small. Now we have to figure out what the other party's purpose is, otherwise everyone inside will be in danger." Lu Mingzhen did not Think too much, just express your own judgment.

Pei Zhengyang hung up the phone and asked Song Yue to assist Lu Mingzhen, while he called Song Xiao, "Are you and Li Qian together with Qingqing?"

"Didn't the young lady go with you? Li Qian and I were tripped by someone just now and are now trapped in the underground city. You'd better not come here for the time being. It's very dangerous." Song Xiao covered her ears and looked at the trapped people. The gamblers inside were frantically looking for the exit and warned Pei Zhengyang.

Pei Zhengyang didn't want to hear this nonsense at all and continued running against the flow of people.

Today's stadium is an international event, and there are a lot of spectators. The explosion just now shocked many people, and now many people are pouring out of the stadium.

The scene was very chaotic.

Pei Zhengyang pursed his lips into a straight line, and all the lines of his body were tensed. Song Yue protected him from the side and whispered comfort, "Second Young Master, the young lady is blessed with great fortune, and everything will be fine."

But it was okay if Song Yue didn't say anything. He almost collapsed emotionally when he mentioned that Pei Zhengyang was blessed with great fortune. His little fat girl was not blessed with great fortune at all. She had already died once. Mr. Bei said last time that he could protect her. She only has him, but what has he done...

The huge fear in his heart made Pei Zhengyang's hands tremble slightly. He didn't know how many people he bumped into along the way, and he didn't care how many times he was scolded for being crazy.

When they arrived at the underground exit, they saw the blasted wall, which was tightly blocked inside. The security guards of the venue gathered here and set up a long security cordon.

Pei Zhengyang grabbed one of the security guards and asked, "Have you ever seen a girl wearing a floral dress and a beige coat who weighs 138 pounds, is a little fat, wears high heels, and is 1.72 meters tall. Her hair is very long and thick with a natural look." Juan, a girl with big and very white eyes?"

At the first glance today, he saw what the little fat girl was wearing, and the high heels. He knew all the subtle changes she made every day, from the patterns on her clothes to her weight, he knew everything.

The security guard was first stunned by Pei Zhengyang's appearance, and then he pointed unbearably at the rocks that turned into a pile of rubble after the explosion, "Is it... a skirt of that color?"

Pei Zhengyang held the other person's hand and froze, looking around the other person's eyes. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the part of the calf that was pressed down by the stone. The fair skin was covered with blood marks and bruises, and it was almost impossible to see the original shape. She looked like a girl, and her floral skirt was too tattered to look like, but...

But he remembered the pattern and texture of the floral skirt clearly.

For a moment, Pei Zhengyang hated his memory and ability to distinguish subtle things. In that case, he could still lie to himself. He remembered wrongly, but no, he could be sure that the skirt was clear at a glance.

A burst of blood rushed straight to his brain, and Pei Zhengyang almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he was supported by Song Yue behind him, "Second Young Master, please calm down, you may not be the Young Madam."

The security guard looked at the outstanding man who suddenly seemed to have lost his life. He was so frightened that he took a step back and said, "Sir... you... have my condolences."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the security guard finished speaking, Pei Zhengyang seemed to have come back to his senses. He pushed Song Yue away and grabbed the security guard's collar, "What's the point of expressing condolences? She's not dead. She won't die. Why should I express condolences!"

"You... let me go, you lunatic... people are still alive after being smashed into mud, ah..." The security guard was so amazed by Pei Zhengyang's beauty just now, and now he is so afraid of him, Struggle to defend.

And his words were like thunder, and people were smashed into mud, but they were still alive...

Everyone was smashed into mud...

These words were like a sharp blade that cut Pei Zhengyang's heart into countless pieces. His mind was filled with the scene of what the security guard said. Veins popped out on his hands, and his voice was whimpering, "How dare you say it again!"

"I...help, help..." The security guard was not tall. He was grabbed by Pei Zhengyang like a lamb to be slaughtered. He was so frightened that he screamed for help. It was too scary.

Seeing that the police were about to arrive, Song Yue tried to pull the Second Young Master away from the security guard, but the Second Young Master's hand was so strong that he could do nothing. He could only endure the pain, "Second Young Master, you are right, the Young Madam has not yet Death, we can't waste time on him, we must find a way to save him immediately."

When Pei Zhengyang heard this, his head seemed to finally wake up a little. He held the other person's hand and let go little by little, murmuring in a low voice, "Yes, we have to find a way to save Qingqing now, save Qingqing..."

After saying that, Pei Zhengyang let go of the security guard and rushed towards the explosion site. Song Yue quickly went to stop him, "Second Young Master is in danger..."

But Pei Zhengyang couldn't hear anything. He threw himself in front of the exposed calf and reached out to pick up the rocks on it. He was still whispering, "Qingqing, don't be afraid. I will rescue you right away. Don't be afraid." I'll rescue you right away, it's all my fault, don't be afraid..."

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