Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Fu Zhengting was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Every second was a race against time, and he dared not be distracted. He kept his friend's words in mind and continued to observe the structure of the bomb.

Anan ran in, panting heavily.

Before she could even catch her breath, she saw Fu Zhengting and Mu Tiantian and ran over to them.

Seeing Fu Zhengting staring so intently at the bomb, she couldn't bear to disturb him, so she stopped her hurried steps and forced herself not to make a sound.

Seeing how cautious and careful Anan was, Mu Tiantian felt even more distressed.

She signaled to Anan with her eyes that if time passed, she should take Fu Zhengting away.

Anan understood, and felt just as sad.

He also responded to Mu Tiantian with his eyes.

He wanted to cheer Mu Tiantian up and help her maintain an optimistic and confident attitude.

Mu Tiantian gave a bitter smile.

With a bomb strapped to her front, she couldn't be optimistic.

If it weren't for Fu Zhengting's unwavering support, she wouldn't know how she would have managed to keep going.

She couldn't help but wonder if Wen Kerou had suffered like this when she learned that her time was running out.

Anan turned his gaze to the corner, and the moment he saw Yang Guanghui, his anger was fully ignited.

He turned his phone camera towards Yang Guanghui and slowly walked towards him, pressing his knuckles together and making cracking sounds, wanting the people in the live stream to see how he would beat Yang Guanghui up.

Yang Guanghui looked at Anan, whose face was full of murderous intent, but he was not afraid at all. He looked like he was half-dead and had nothing to lose.

Anan got even angrier after seeing this.

He grabbed the piece of cloth that wasn't tied up in front of Yang Guanghui and lifted it up hard, while punching Yang Guanghui in the face with one hand. "I'll let you do a live broadcast. You like being watched so much, now I'll satisfy you and let everyone see how pathetic you look after being beaten up."

Anan vented his anger by punching Yang Guanghui in the face again and again.

But Yang Guanghui kept his mouth shut and didn't beg for mercy. He felt no satisfaction from the beating, as if he were punching cotton.

No one can save a person who has given up on themselves.

Anan realized that continuing to fight was pointless, and killing them wouldn't be a good thing either.

He stopped to rest, grabbing Yang Guanghui's shirt fabric with both hands. "How exactly was the bomb neutralized? Will you tell me or not?"

Yang Guanghui blinked his swollen eyes, glanced at the furious Anan, and smiled slyly, "You ask me, I don't know either. This is my first time making one, I have no skills whatsoever, I just relied on my own ingenuity."

"I think you're just asking for a beating." Anan was completely enraged and intensified his attack, launching a second round of brutal beatings.

If the bomb can't be defused, then what was the point of his previous forbearance and cooperation?

This time, he didn't think things through.

He shouldn't have impulsively come back first.

While Mu Tiantian was being kidnapped, we should have done everything we could to track her down.

If Mu Tiantian and Fu Zhengting die because of this, then he will be the biggest sinner.

He knew Yang Guanghui was dangerous, so he should have protected Mu Tiantian at all times.

As long as he is closely protected, Yang Guanghui will not have a chance to make a move.

But what's the use of blaming yourself now? Time can't be turned back so he can make a different choice.

Viewers in the live stream also urged Anan to calm down, not to kill Yang Guanghui, and to try again to find out how to resolve the situation.

Fu Zhengting's bomb disposal expert friend also noticed the trending topic online and took the initiative to call him.

Anan ignored Yang Guanghui, picked up Fu Zhengting's phone which was lying aside, and answered the call for him.

Bomb disposal expert Pan Chengfeng asked Anan to point the camera at Mu Tiantian so that he could see clearly and analyze the situation.

If we can't get there now, this is the only way we can do it.

Even just looking at it through the screen made him frown; it was unlike anything he had demolished before.

It looks very rudimentary, as if it was just put on haphazardly.

This kind of shady thing is too dangerous; we don't even know if it will detonate prematurely.

He was very worried about Fu Zhengting.

Anan put the call on speakerphone, listening to Pan Chengfeng's instructions while pressing Yang Guanghui for answers.

Under his constant beatings and torture, Yang Guanghui coughed up blood and laughed, "Anyway, as a newbie, I can only make the most basic version, with just three lines, red, green, and blue. Surely one of them will be correct."

He was completely confused when he was making it; he genuinely didn't know which line to cut.

Pan Chengfeng was angry for Fu Zhengting when he heard Yang Guanghui speak so casually.

This person considered such a serious matter as a trivial one.

This person had malicious intent and made preparations beforehand; Fu Zhengting could only accept his bad luck.

He knew that tension all too well.

He went on every mission with his throat in his throat, racing against death.

Fu Zhengting also has to face the woman he loves.

The double torment of mental anguish.

He gave the advice he could, but there was nothing else he could help with.

He hung up the phone and kept a close eye on the live stream, ready to offer effective advice whenever needed.

Anan felt that Yang Guanghui wasn't telling the truth, so he continued the third round of beatings, giving him a friendly reminder as he hit him, "You'd better think carefully about which wire to cut. If you can't figure it out, I'll beat you to death, you damned devil."

Yang Guanghui was kicked again, causing him to vomit blood. The pain instilled a sense of fear in him.

He lay still, closed his eyes, and tried to recall the events, but at the time he was in a state of chaos and extremes, and the images he remembered were all unclear.

Mu Tiantian didn't give up at this point, thinking it was still worth trying to persuade Yang Guanghui. "What good would it do you if Fu Zhengting and I died? Absolutely nothing. On the contrary, the consequences of your evil deeds might fall on your daughter, and she might even suffer the punishment for your evil deeds in the underworld..."

Yang Guanghui glared fiercely at Mu Tiantian.

He really hated that Mu Tiantian always brought up his daughter.

But he was also genuinely afraid that his daughter would be implicated because of him, and even as a ghost she would have to suffer punishment.

Mu Tiantian glanced down at the time on the monitor; twenty minutes had passed without her realizing it.

Time flies so fast!

There are only 20 minutes left!

Life and death are separated within this short period of time.

She continued to persuade Yang Guanghui, "You still have twenty minutes. Your decision at this moment can affect the rest of your life. Heaven or hell, it's your choice. There's a good path to take, why don't you take it and instead drag everyone down with you?"

Yang Guanghui was getting fed up and interrupted, "Mu Tiantian, give up. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really don't remember."

"Don't you remember you invited Fu Zhengting over and made such a big fuss? You'd be dead ten times over and still not be satisfied..." Anan was so angry he almost went berserk and started giving him a lesson with his iron fists again.

His illustrious reputation has been ruined by this old man.

Mu Tiantian realized that Yang Guanghui truly didn't know the answer, and her last remaining hope was shattered, plunging her into deep despair.