Chapter 671

West Wind Road. It was a mess. A dump truck had flipped, burying several private cars under a pile of rubble. Rescue crews were still working nonstop. James jumped out of his car and bolted toward the wreck like a madman, ignoring everyone trying to hold him back. He started clawing away at the debris with bare hands. "Miles… come on, don't you dare die on me, man! You still owe me back pay!" James shouted, voice trembling like crazy. The rescuers nearby looked at him, visibly moved by the scene. "Hey… sorry for your loss…" "No. No way. He's fine! He's gotta be fine!" James' eyes were red from worry. He wasn't the kind of guy who cried, but here he was, falling apart. He kept digging like a machine, nails torn, red smears of blood staining the dusty stones. "Hey, chill, man. Seriously—no matter how close you two are, you need to take care of yourself first." One of the rescue workers came over and tried to stop him as he lost control. James fought back, shouting, "He can't die! He stil