Half an hour later, the fire was finally brought under control.
More than twenty bodies were carried out one by one on stretchers by the firefighters.
None of these bodies was intact, and the worst of them only had the upper half remaining, half of the body had been charred black, with only the cheeks faintly recognizable as belonging to a middle-aged man.
At this moment, hearing the news, the person in charge of Sakura Island rushed over in a hurry.
Seeing those bodies covered with white cloths, the bald-headed official felt the world spinning around him, his entire body indescribably weak.
In the area under his jurisdiction, such a major incident had occurred. It was over; his career as an official was completely finished.
Just then, the fire brigade captain approached, trembling as he spoke, "Sir, we've preliminarily confirmed that there are a total of twenty-six bodies on the scene..."
"What? Twenty-six victims? Have their identities been confirmed?"
