The people Jiangnan carried out were still in shock.
They were rescued without even realizing it.
The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles.
“Bloody hell. This lad is incredible.”
“A relentless rescue machine.”
“He’s young, but his courage is unreal. How dangerous must it be in there?”
“Wait. Isn’t he the guy from Jiangnan Night Market who splits bricks?”
“That’s him? Boss is mighty.”
At that moment, news reporter Hu Shuo was passionately commentating.
“Let’s turn the camera to this young man rushing into the fire to save people.”
“He looks like a student, but also a remarkably strong spiritual warrior.”
“In just one minute, he’s brought out twenty-seven people from the blaze.”
“Oh. His clothes are on fire.”
Jiangnan froze, frantically patting his short-sleeved shirt.
Only then did he notice several holes burned into it.
The heat in the fire was intense, even Jiangnan felt scorched.
Without thinking, he grabbed a bucket of strength potion from his dimensional space and poured it over himself.
No choice.
A ten-thousand-yuan bottle of Farmer’s Three Springs used for a bath.
That’s just how extravagantly inhumane he was.
The cold water made Jiangnan shiver.
A surge of strength welled up from within.
He paused, stunned.
What the hell?
Could the strength potion be applied externally?
Panicked, Jiangnan touched his head.
Thankfully, no baldness.
His eyes gleamed, as if he’d discovered a new world.
But there was no time to dwell.
He rushed back into the fire to save more people.
Soon, he brought out two more.
The strength potion on him turned to steam in the heat, dissipating into the night sky.
Hu Shuo, moved, said, “Did you see that? This lad’s Sailor Moon short-sleeve is burned full of holes. You can imagine how dangerous it is in there.”
“Yet he risks his life to keep saving people. This fearless spirit brings tears to the eyes.”
But some in the crowd couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter.
Just say short-sleeve, mate.
Sailor Moon, really?
Bit too flashy, no?
The otherwise serious rescue scene was broken by Sailor Moon.
Hu Shuo gave an awkward smile, realizing his blunder, playfully sticking out his tongue.
In the fire, inside a smoke-filled bathroom.
A petite girl with two cute buns in her hair crouched on the sink.
Holding her phone.
Live-streaming.
Her face, blackened by smoke, was streaked with tears.
She asked pitifully, “Will I die here?”
Her phone screen was flooded with comments.
“Little Fish, don’t be scared. Stay there, don’t go out.”
“Don’t breathe the smoke.”
“Someone will save you. Firefighters are there.”
“Turn on the taps, all of them.”
Yu Qingqing followed the netizens’ advice, holding on until now.
“I’m watching the news broadcast. Some fierce guy is rushing in to save you.”
“I’m watching too. He’s pulled out over twenty people already. Sailor Moon. Bloody hell.”
Yu Qingqing’s eyes lit up.
Wiping her tears, she said, “Someone’s coming to save me? Sailor Moon?”
Just then, she heard a shout from outside.
“Anyone there? Make a sound.”
“Speak, or I’m leaving.”
Yu Qingqing shouted, “Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.”
The chat exploded.
“Bloody hell. You deserve to be stuck. Silly girl.”
“Why squeak? Say where you are.”
“I’m only impressed by you.”
Wiping tears, Yu Qingqing called out, “Here. Bathroom.”
Seconds later, a loud “bang.”
The bathroom door was kicked open.
In the thick smoke, Yu Qingqing saw a tall figure stride in.
Excitedly, she said, “Sailor Moon? Is that you?”
Jiangnan rolled his eyes, “Sailor Moon? I’m more like Balala the Little Magic Fairy.”
Yu Qingqing realized Sailor Moon was just the pattern on his shirt.
The live-stream chat went wild.
“This guy’s a legend. Haha.”
“Balala the Little Magic Fairy. Transform. Dark God of Guna.”
“You’re saved. Finally saved.”
“Sailor Moon? No, I’m the Little Magic Fairy. Haha.”
Yu Qingqing’s cheeks flushed as she looked at Jiangnan.
He was kind of handsome.
Even the soot couldn’t hide his stunning looks.
It only added a touch of rugged masculinity.
Without a word, Jiangnan scooped her up and teleported out.
Before Yu Qingqing could react, she was saved.
Dazed, standing there, wanting to thank Jiangnan.
But he had already rushed back into the fire.
Still shaken, she spotted Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao in the crowd.
She ran over, sobbing loudly.
“Xiaoxue, Yaoyao. I was so scared. Waaah.”
Only then did they recognize the soot-covered girl as Yu Qingqing, their classmate.
Zhong Yingxue patted her back, comforting, “There, there. It’s over. You’re safe.”
Xia Yao, worried, said, “I hope Jiangnan’s okay. He’s only Black Iron Ten-Star. Can his spiritual energy hold up with all that teleporting?”
Yu Qingqing blinked, “Yaoyao. You know Sailor Moon?”
Zhong Yingxue smiled, “He’s my friend, Jiangnan.”
Yu Qingqing’s face lit up with surprise.
Was this fate?
By now, Jiangnan had gone back and forth over ten times.
His face was deathly pale, as Xia Yao feared, his spiritual energy nearly depleted.
But he’d saved sixty-three people. He wanted to go back to confirm no one was left.
Another teleport inside.
He checked around, sure no one remained, and was about to leave.
Something tripped him.
Looking down.
It was a person.
A blonde, blue-eyed foreign man.
One arm torn off, the other arm and both legs mangled.
Yet he stared at Jiangnan, eerily calm.
Injured like that and still composed?
Interesting.
“Tch, tch, tch. Mate, you’re in rough shape.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.”
The foreign guy: ???
What do you mean, rough shape?
Got any sympathy?
Then he crawled frantically to the side like a madman.
“Don’t save me. Let me die.”
His fluent Chinese stunned Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, righteous, said, “No way. As an upstanding citizen, how could I not save you?”
Despair filled the foreign guy’s eyes. He slammed his head against a nearby pillar.
Blood streamed down his face, but he didn’t die.
Jiangnan, pained, said, “Oi. How can you do that to yourself? Your body is a gift from your parents.”
He hoisted the guy onto his back.
[Resentment Points from Alexander Joyekovsky +1000.]
Blimey.
What a long name, first time seeing that.
Alexander thrashed wildly on Jiangnan’s back.
“No. I beg you. Let me die.”
Jiangnan, “No way. Life is precious.”
Alexander, desperate, “Just let me die, damn it.”
“No way. Surviving this means you’re destined for something big.”
Alexander was truly under pressure now.
Balala the Little Magic Fairy, transform. Keep pushing, five-star reviews. Heard there’s a reward for 50 pushes? Big, dazzling rewards. Hmm.
