Finally, the ambulance starting its return journey had already turned off the flashing warning lights.
In the vehicle, Jiang Congshu was making a call to his guardian.
"Do you know? They sent me seven fire trucks, seven whole fire trucks."
From his cellphone, a man's somewhat resigned voice came through.
"Big brother, whether it's seven fire trucks or seventy, what does it matter? I have a hydroelectric power station built just for you here."
"What do you know?"
Jiang Congshu's tone rose as he spoke with an 'I aimed for the moon, but alas, the moon only illuminated the ditch' attitude.
"This was an experience I had never had before, a heroic deed I had long dreamed of. Do you know how many people would have died if I hadn't controlled that cloud of poison and let it explode?"
"Ah? Was it that serious?" His guardian, Luo Renzhong, asked in a shocked tone, "Are you alright?"
"Of course, I'm fine, by the time I got there I had already..."
