They didn't even have fireproof suits. No matter how anxious Rowdy Brightwill was, he knew very clearly that rushing in would be tantamount to suicide!
But…
The gloom on his face reached an extreme. He glared bitterly at Glenn Hutchinson standing nearby. The impatience and rage in Rowdy's eyes were plain to see; his rage was powerful enough to compete with the blazing fire nearby.
The color of Glenn's face was equally bad. When he met Rowdy's hostile gaze, there was a depth in his eyes that seemed to harbor unbreakable solemnity. Coldness spread, murderous aura slowly diffused, and the barometric pressure around suddenly fell, making it difficult for people to breathe.
"Hey, are you looking for me?"
Caught off guard, a slightly mocking voice floated over. In the annoying and sultry night, the moment it fell into their ears, it sounded surprisingly pleasant for some reason.
