At the instant Song Guanchao dashed in, the crowd burst into an uproar.
Among them, many people took out their phones to film.
So were even live streaming.
"This guy is aweso, he just ran into such a big fire?"
"Holy crap, he's not afraid of dying!"
"Everyone, look, the music festival is on fire, the organizers are just useless."
The crowd was full of chatter, live streaming continued, filming persisted.
Under normal circumstances, Wu Qiangwei would definitely try to stop these people from filming.
But right now, she had no mind to manage them.
Because Song Guanchao had rushed in.
She wanted to follow, but feared affecting Song Guanchao, holding him back.
She stood there, fists clenched, eyes full of tension and worry.
Fan Jie coughed softly, saying: "Don't worry, it'll be fine, Qiangwei, let's retreat a bit, don't get too close."
He reached out to grab Wu Qiangwei's hand, but she shook him off, glaring at him with disgust.
Though she said nothing, that look of disdain made Fan Jie feel embarrassed.
Damn, that guy stole all the attention!
He thought he could also make Wu Qiangwei look at him differently, like fulfilling his earlier words, rushing in to save people.
But he really couldn't do it.
With such a big fire, at worst, it could cause burns, but even with burns, he didn't dare to take the risk.
"Damn it, is Old Song crazy?"
Chen Xiang, holding a shovel, stared wide-eyed, incredulous.
This guy, he just rushed straight in like that? Dammit, what a madman.
The fire was so huge, it was terrifying to look at.
He just poured a bucket of water and dared to charge inside.
He'd looked into Song Guanchao's file and knew about the things he did in Lingjiang.
He always thought Song Guanchao's current standing was due to his abilities, but also a lot of luck.
But now, he felt that even if luck played a role, it was sothing Song Guanchao had worked hard to earn.
In a situation like this, no one else dared to rush in besides him.
Yet Song Guanchao seed to not even consider his own safety, showing no hesitation, charging straight in.
Even if he was making a show in front of so many people, he was doing it with his life on the line.
There was genuine admiration from his heart.
Chen Yirou gazed at the figure engulfed by the flas, her eyes sparkling.
"No wonder so many won are attracted to him."
Jiang Yiren gripped her shovel tightly, lips pressed together, eyes filled with worry.
By the young mother, Wen Ru watched Song Guanchao charge into the flas, also stunned.
Then, she also grabbed a bucket of water, poured it over herself, and amidst the crowd's astonishnt, charged in after him.
"Holy crap, another brave one!"
"Seems like it's a woman."
"She's even wearing a police uniform."
"It's a cop!"
"A true heroine!"
The crowd's chatter was like a tidal wave, noisy and chaotic.
At this mont, Wu Qiangwei tore off her mask and strode forward.
A policeman stopped her: "You can't go in."
"I'm the Mayor of Jiangzhou City, Wu Qiangwei. From now on, I'm in charge here."
She knew Song Guanchao didn't want her to take responsibility.
But she was never a cowardly person.
Even if a major casualty occurred here tonight, she wasn't afraid.
As a mayor, facing such an incident, she had to step up.
"Mayor?" The young officer was montarily stunned, slightly unsure if her claim was true.
Wu Qiangwei had already begun coordinating, directing the scene while making phone calls.
anwhile,
Song Guanchao, inside the blaze, lifted a tent flap to find two girls inside, looking at him with terrified faces.
Both girls were around ten years old.
Song Guanchao was taken aback.
Why are there two?
He thought there would only be one.
But now wasn't the ti to think about it, he suppressed his wandering thoughts and quickly ran over, saying: "Don't be afraid, Uncle will get you out."
"Little sister, I'll get her out first and co back for you later. Be good and stay here, alright?"
The fire was intense, his hair and clothes caught during his entry.
Though wet, so parts were still burning.
He could only take them out one at a ti, using his body to shield them from the flas.
If he took both at once, he could only carry one on his back, which would certainly lead to burns on the girl.
Thus, he could only do one at a ti.
The older girl nodded vigorously: "Mm, Uncle, I'll wait for you."
"Good girl."
Song Guanchao patted her head, hesitated no longer, removed his clothes, wrapped the smaller girl, held her in his arms, and advanced outward.
Just as he erged from the tent, he saw a figure appearing amidst the thick smoke.
"What are you doing in here?"
Song Guanchao frowned, scolding: "Get out!"
Wen Ru, seeing the girl in his arms, sighed with relief: "I was afraid you'd get hurt."
In normal circumstances, Song Guanchao would scoff at such words.
But in this situation, he found himself montarily stunned, looking at her.
She disregarded the raging fire, charged in, and said such a thing, even Song Guanchao, with a heart of stone, couldn't help but feel softened.
Wen Ru patted her stomach and said: "If I do end up pregnant, you'll be the child's father. I don't want the child to lose their dad before they're even born."
Song Guanchao suddenly felt very conflicted inside.
"Alright, go outside now."
His tone softened a lot.
Just as they turned to head outside, from the tent behind ca the sound of frightened crying.
Wen Ru froze: "Is there soone else?"
"There's another child, you go out quickly, I'll co back for her."
"You go out first, I'll stay here with her."
Wen Ru gave him no chance to argue: "Don't think about it, go on, I'll wait here for you!"
She gave Song Guanchao a strong push.
Seeing the growing fire, spreading this way, Song Guanchao took a deep breath and said: "Wait for !"
With that, he bolted towards the outside without looking back.
In such a blaze, you didn't have to be directly burned to feel the pain and heat.
Just being within the vicinity of the flas, the temperature was unbearably high for an average person.
Moreover, the main cause of death in fires wasn't usually being burned, but being suffocated by smoke, leading to unconsciousness and eventually death by asphyxiation.
Now, the air inside was rapidly being replaced by smoke, even visibility was diminishing.
Relying on mory, Song Guanchao charged in a certain direction.
The crowd outside, watching the growing fire, still couldn't see Song Guanchao and Wen Ru's figures.
In this situation, they felt a knot in their hearts and fell silent.
For tens of thousands of people, there was an eerie quietness.
"Why hasn't he co out yet, why hasn't he co out!"
Wu Qiangwei was still on the phone, but her eyes were locked on the raging fire.
At this mont,
"Whoa!"
A figure, hunched over, holding a girl wrapped in clothing, burst through the several ters high wall of flas.
It was Song Guanchao!
"He's out!"
Soone shouted loudly.
However, before the crowd could cheer, after setting the girl down, Song Guanchao turned and charged back in.
The crowd fell silent once more.
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