The airspace above the residential area, a helicopter circled in.
The fire chief looked up, confusion etched on his face: he had just requested helicopter aid, how could it have arrived so quickly?
As the helicopter drew closer, he widened his eyes in realization—it wasn't a rescue chopper at all, but a private one owned by someone. Could it be that man's?
The thought of that hellish, demon-like man sent shivers uncontrollably down his spine.
"Look, it's that man from before up there!" onlookers pointed to the figure quickly descending on a rope, the man's movements were professional and sharp, with not a single unnecessary act.
The fire chief's eyes narrowed abruptly; such meticulous descent techniques could not be achieved without years of training! Who in the world was this man?
Han Luoli had a rope tied around him as he precisely stopped at the sixth floor, dense smoke obscured the inside of the window ledge, and he couldn't see clearly.
