"Little brother, don't mind me, just run! Run! Woo woo woo..." The old man cried out, a mixture of gratitude and guilt. "I'm just a crippled old man, I can't drag you down!"
When the fire had spread rapidly earlier, his son and daughter-in-law had only cared about their own escape, not even coming to check on him.
Even his own son had abandoned him, yet a stranger was risking his life to save him.
How could he not be moved?
Qin Feng didn't care if the person in front of him was old, young, or in between. In his eyes, everyone in this building had an equal right to live.
Furthermore, Qin Feng was rescuing people based on the danger levels detected by his radar, prioritizing those in the most critical situations.
As for himself.
Heh... he'd leave it to fate.
He'd save who he could. If he couldn't save anymore, it would be when he fell to the flames himself.
Emerging again, Qin Feng's back caught fire once more. His back was now severely burned, the outer layer of skin already blistering.
The intense pain contorted Qin Feng's features slightly, but he couldn't afford to focus on the pain now. In fact, the pain spurred him to move even faster.
Qin Feng dared not breathe too deeply, nor open his eyes, lest he inhale thick smoke and toxic gases, and his eyes be injured.
With his physique three times that of an ordinary person, he could hold his breath for several minutes. Moreover, Qin Feng could use his radar to lock onto directions, compensating for his lack of sight.
As long as Qin Feng could endure the torment of the raging fire, he could persevere.
People outside, seeing Qin Feng emerge with another person, rushed forward with renewed surprise.
However, Qin Feng ignored them, placed the old man wrapped in the quilt on the ground, and then plunged headfirst into the large red bucket filled with water.
Instantly, the burning clothes on Qin Feng were extinguished. At this point, his face was completely blackened by soot.
The crowd could only tell Qin Feng was a man, but his appearance was unrecognizable.
"Dad! It's you! I thought you were already..."
At this moment, a portly man in the crowd recognized the person in the quilt and cried out in shock.
The old man was choked with emotion and unable to speak, but his gaze towards his son was filled with despair. After a slight recovery, he cursed, "You scoundrel! I'm telling you, as long as I have a breath left, you won't inherit a single cent of my fortune! You abandoned me and ran out, all because you wished I'd burn to death, didn't you? Surprised, aren't you? This young brother rescued me!"
The portly middle-aged man and the woman beside him turned pale at his words.
They had indeed harbored such thoughts. Otherwise, when the fire first started, with their physical strength, they could have easily carried the frail, paralyzed old man out.
But as the saying goes, "No filial son sits by a sickbed for long."
Since the old man had been paralyzed, they had spent a considerable amount on his medical expenses. That was to say nothing of having to clean up after him constantly. After a while, who could bear it?
Now, with this fire, if the old man were to burn to death inside, not only would they be spared the care of this "old undead," but they could also smoothly inherit all his wealth.
Perhaps, after the cause of the fire was investigated, they could even receive considerable compensation!
But they hadn't expected such a roadblock to appear.
The portly middle-aged man, filled with shame and embarrassment, tried to explain, "Dad, what are you saying! We didn't abandon you, it's just... it's just that the fire was too big, we..."
Upon hearing the conflict, the surrounding crowd began to curse the middle-aged man and his wife for being heartless.
However, Qin Feng had neither the time nor the inclination to listen to their family drama.
After extinguishing the flames on himself, Qin Feng had already picked up the quilt and plunged back into the building.
The onlookers watched as Qin Feng, covered in flames and enduring intense burning pain, charged back into the inferno without a word.
The crowd was deeply moved by Qin Feng's actions and shouted:
"What a good man! He's truly a good person!"
"Is he a police officer? Or a firefighter? Or a soldier? Why is he rushing in to save people like this?"
"We don't know, but he must be a great hero!"
"..."
No one knew Qin Feng's true identity. Although he was wearing plainclothes and his identification was in his bag, who would bother to check his bag at such a moment?
...
"Why hasn't Xiao Feng come back yet? Hurry and call him!" Chen Yi came out of the kitchen carrying the last dish and called out to Qin Guotao.
"You quickly come and see! There's a fire at a residential building in the old district of our Donghai City. The news says dozens of people are trapped inside!" Qin Guotao said, staring at the news report on the television.
Chen Yi frowned and walked over. She saw the scene on the TV screen of a residential building engulfed in flames.
"My heavens!" Chen Yi exclaimed. "I know that place. The roads around it are often jammed, let alone fire trucks, even ambulances might not get through during peak hours. With a fire this big, I wonder how many people will die."
"Yes! The fire has been burning for half an hour, and the fire trucks still haven't arrived," Qin Guotao sighed.
Suddenly, the image on the television screen shifted, and the camera zoomed in on a person.
"Hello everyone, I am a reporter from Donghai City Television, my name is Zhang Qingqing. A fire is currently happening behind me. It is understood that this residential building has a history of nearly fifty years, and its various fire safety facilities are obsolete. From the time the fire broke out until now, the entire building has become an inferno."
"And because it's currently rush hour, coupled with the narrow roads nearby, the fire trucks are blocked a kilometer away and cannot get through. Therefore, they can only dispatch personnel on foot to carry out rescue operations!"
"Ah!! Someone's coming out!!"
As reporter Zhang Qingqing spoke to the camera, a sudden scream erupted from the crowd at the scene on the television.
Zhang Qingqing immediately turned her head and saw a person emerge from the raging flames.
Inside the wet quilt this time was a child and a woman. The child was crying loudly.
"We're saved, we're saved, thank you little hero, thank you..." The woman turned to thank Qin Feng, but saw that Qin Feng was already holding the quilt and rushing back into the building.
"He's going back in? Is he really not afraid of death?" The onlookers exclaimed again as they saw Qin Feng rush back into the fire without hesitation.
Hearing this, some people who were unaware of the situation asked curiously:
"Who is he? Why..."