Yingzi wept inconsolably, watching the moving van plunge headfirst into the ravine, attempting several times to leap after it to save her mother and father, only to be yanked back each time by Li Xiaohao. Hao held onto her arm with one hand while rapidly dialing 911, the fire department, and the ambulance service in quick succession with the other, his brow slick with frantic sweat.

"Let go of me, I have to save Mama and Papa!" Unable to shake off Hao’s grip, Yingzi dug her nails in hard, clawing at the hand holding her, drawing blood until it ran, yet he showed no sign of loosening his hold.

"Why won't you let go?" Seeing that tormenting him to such an extent elicited not even a groan, Yingzi inexplicably turned her anger onto the victim, her sobs growing even more heart-wrenching.

"Listen," Hao tucked the phone into his pocket, ignored Yingzi’s willingness or lack thereof, pulled her tightly against his chest, gripping her shoulders, and staring deep into her eyes, he said, "Don't cry; tears won't solve anything. I'm going to save your parents, but you must promise me one thing."

"Mm..." Yingzi managed a nod through her whimpers, agreeing instantly.

"Stand right here. If the police or an ambulance arrives, point out the accident site to them and tell them there are six people inside: two in the cab and four in the cargo hold. Furthermore, the cargo hold is packed solid with moving belongings. This information will be crucial for the rescue; you absolutely must relay it to them the moment they arrive!"

Hearing this, Yingzi nodded vigorously, grasping onto Hao as if he were a savior. She followed his instructions, calming slightly, ceasing her attempts to jump down, though she desperately wished for the rescue vehicle to appear instantly.

Hao released Yingzi’s shoulders, retrieved a pair of knit gloves from the trunk of the Santana, slipped them on, walked to the edge of the breach, turned, gripped the guardrail—now twisted into spaghetti—and began descending the ten-meter embankment, inch by agonizing inch, as if rock climbing. During the descent, he missed his footing two or three times, sliding down the sheer ninety-degree wall. Had it not been for the friction provided by the yarn gloves and his body pressed tight against the wall, which slowed his fall, Hao likely would have shattered bones. At this moment, Yingzi stood alone, clutching her chest, peering down into the gap, her heart lurching with every slip he made, terrified that if anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to answer to the other two men in the Li family.

Having narrowly avoided disaster, in a short while, Hao reached the bottom of the hollow. The van was nose-down, completely inverted on the ground; the entire driver's cab was invisible, suggesting the occupants inside had no chance of survival. Only those in the cargo hold held hope for life. However, relying on his own strength alone, opening the rear doors of the box truck would be extremely difficult. The van was five to six meters long, and with the cab buried in the earth, the cargo box standing vertically was still three to four meters high—exceeding the height of two men—and the body of the vehicle was slick, offering no handholds. Climbing it unaided would be impossible without the gear of someone like Spider-Man.

Hao first checked the front of the vehicle, confirming he could offer no aid to the two trapped inside, before turning his mind to how he could reach the rear door of the cargo hold, which was oriented horizontally toward the sky. If he could buy enough time to force that door open, perhaps the people trapped in the back could be saved. Naturally, among those four people was Yingzi's most beloved mother, Mrs. Nangong, whom Xiao Shu also regarded as a mother figure.