Who was that person just now...
Everyone stood there frozen, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
"Th-Third Master, the one who rushed in just now... was the Third Young Master?" Butler Ah Zhong at the Gu Family pointed ahead, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Gu Weijun collected himself, a sense of alarm rising in his heart.
"Quick, Butler Zhong! Get someone to put out the fire! Hurry!"
All of a sudden, the outside of the factory was in utter chaos.
The group of people led by An Zhifeng, kneeling on the ground, silently fixed their eyes on the raging fire in front of them, praying in their hearts, General Gu, you must save Miss An!
On the other side, as Gu Yelin caught sight of the roaring flames, he didn’t even think before charging in.
At that moment, his heart was filled with nothing but despair and heartache. Even in the midst of the bright flames, he still felt ice cold all over. It was as if there was a gaping hole in his chest that could never again be filled.
No! Tutu cannot be hurt! She’s still alive!
The heat of the flames was frightening, thick smoke billowed before his eyes, and soon, Gu Yelin’s hair began to singe. At this moment, he had no time to care about anything else; in the sea of fire, he searched frantically, refusing to overlook any corner.
His hands, with their distinct knuckles, were bleeding profusely due to touching objects at high temperatures.
As time ticked by second by second, and as the fire grew more intense, Gu Yelin could hardly move forward. Every few steps, some charred beams would fall down. If it weren’t for his exceptional strength, anyone else would have already perished in the flames.
Everyone outside the factory was anxiously waiting. The fire trucks hadn’t arrived yet. An Zhifeng and his eleven people knelt on the ground, still as stones, watching the fire. Gu Weijun, looking frantic, kept making phone calls, pacing back and forth. Duan Tang, who had lost control of his emotions, was knocked out cold by a swift chop from Ruan Hao.
The setting sun cast a desolate, eerie glow. The towering flames had consumed half the factory, sending up acrid, stifling smoke. With every passing second, everyone’s hearts grew colder.
Half an hour had passed, and deep despair showed on the faces of An Zhifeng and his group.
The fire trucks finally arrived, the firefighters scrambling to set up their equipment, preparing to fight the fire.
Just then, a loud booming sound rang out!
The entire factory building collapsed!
An Zhifeng and the others stared blankly at the workshop that had vanished, their faces stricken with disbelief. They scrambled to their feet and without a word, rushed toward the fire scene!
"Stop them! Quick, stop them!" Gu Weijun, with quick reflexes, urgently ordered the Gu family members to hold them back. At this point, he was filled with worry; although he knew his son’s capabilities and that Gu Yelin wouldn’t be in danger, An Yiqing... Gu Weijun sighed in his heart, hoping that good people would have heavenly grace, and that the gods would bless his daughter-in-law!
Just then, someone with sharp eyes spotted a silhouette against the firelight.
Then, more and more people noticed that within the raging fire, a distorted shape slowly emerged into view, and as the shadow grew larger and clearer!
Gu Weijun rubbed his eyes in disbelief, staring blankly at the figure emerging from the flames.
"Third Master! It’s the Third Young Master and Miss An!" Butler Ah Zhong exclaimed, crying tears of joy!
Gu Weijun snapped out of his shock and slapped his thigh, quickly rushing forward, carefully looking at the girl in Gu Yelin’s arms, he asked, "Lao San, how is Xiao Qing? Is she alright?"
At this moment, Gu Yelin’s appearance was somewhat disheveled, his clothes were charred, his hair had curled from the heat, and his face was smeared with a lot of soot. But all these were minor compared to his blood-covered hands; his current state was nothing to fuss about.