Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 812

"Sh*t." Lars gritted his teeth and cursed. The sharp pain was like the bite of a tiny insect. His whole back was burning. This was much more serious than the injuries he had suffered in the previous fights. After all, those little bastards did not dare to hurt the young master of the Francis family for the sake of their father.

But at this moment, even the time to feel pain was a luxury. Lars unavoidably inhaled a large amount of toxic gas in the air, such as carbon monoxide, chlorine gas, phosgene gas, ammonia gas, sulfur dioxide, liquefied petroleum gas, and a large amount of carbon, like fierce demons trying to drag people into the abyss. He didn't even have the wet coat to cover his mouth and nose, and liquid particles and suspended solid particles were mixed in the thick smoke. Lars coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly.

The concentration of carbon monoxide in the air was already very frightening. Once the concentration of this substance in the air reached 1.28%, a person would suffocate and die within three minutes. When it reached 10%, it would only take a few seconds to take away a person's life.

Lars's hands and feet were weak. When he fell to the ground, he put out the fire on several wooden shelves. The burning charcoal stuck straight to his skin. Lars could even hear the sound of sizzling as if he was eating barbecue, and the meat was on a plate. Lars smelled a little of the smell of burning protein. Ah, his flesh was cooked.

He was really f*cking unlucky.

he finally wanted

see Crystal. After all, he had risked his life to save Crystal. However, when he turned his

ground, the first thing she did was not run out to breathe fresh air, but staggered back, squatting on the ground and

Lars was speechless.

in a hoarse voice, "If you

was also on the brink of collapse, but she couldn't leave Lars behind. "The exit...is very close. We just need to

anything else afterward to save her strength. After all, Lars was a tall man of 1.84 meters and weighed over 70 kilograms, which was too difficult for Crystal,

Lars's mouth and nose, afraid that he would be poisoned to death. Because it was close to the door, the wind brought some fresh air. She recovered a little

was muffled.

discouraged. We