"Chen, how are you?"
"I'm fine." Chen Zhao was exhausted at the moment. He was sure that there were no survivors in the four levels on fire. Everyone that could be saved had already been saved. "How's your son?"
"He's woken up." Bant pointed at Ken who was sitting on the ground in the near distance. His injuries weren't bad and he'd just inhaled smoke. "Chen, I don't know how to thank you."
The chief fireman walked over. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yes. Can the fire be contained?" Chen Zhao looked at the people on the fifth and sixth floor. They were at the window waiting to be rescued and there were quite a lot of them.
If the fire continued spreading, Chen Zhao might have to risk his life again.
"No problem. Our water guns can hit the fourth floor." The fireman patted Chen Zhao's shoulder.
"Hey, not that hard."" Chen Zhao's entire body was in pain.
