"Received, Fang Huai, I've increased the pressure."
The voice from the two-way radio brought a wave of spiritual cooling to Fang Huai, feeling refreshed from the inside out.
The distant fire truck also began to roar, and the water gun in his hand suddenly gained a much more powerful pressure.
Fang Huai, facing the flames, advanced another meter, loosening the charred wall bricks with the force of the water.
But the wall kept shaking, like a Weeble that wouldn't fall down, showing no signs of collapsing.
Behind him, Song Lin's voice came through:
"Do you want me to go down and hook it with a crowbar?"
Fang Huai's mind had already cleared, and he immediately shook his head, turned off the water, and looked around.
He then pointed to a spot not far away and said, "Don't risk it, get some big rocks, and smash with those!"
