Simultaneously, Luo Yingbai faintly heard someone say “Fuck, what’s that smell.”
The voices were from different people; there were at least two adult males inside.
With a hint of complaint and some caution, he said: “Big brother, I’m from next door. I smell something burning in the hallway, seems to be coming from your place. Could you please stop burning? My throat isn’t good, and I find it really choking.”
Someone inside angrily whispered: “Fuck, how did it catch fire, quick, run! …Wait, can’t alert anyone, first get rid of that guy outside!”
Another person loudly said: “Got it, we’ll stop burning! Damn troublesome!”
Whether their quiet conversation or loud scolding, under the talisman’s effect, Luo Yingbai heard everything clearly. Seeming scared by their rudeness, he smiled apologetically: “That’s good, sorry to trouble you.”
After saying this, Luo Yingbai walked away a few steps, then silently returned, positioning himself by the door.
A little girl’s weak voice sounded briefly, then seemed to be quickly muffled. Luo Yingbai had finally found who he was looking for and breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, the door opened, with a burnt smell spreading. In such a short time, the room was already filled with thick black smoke. A tall man holding a gagged little girl rushed out, with another person holding a gun following close behind.
The man holding the child also had a dagger, pressed against the girl’s artery.
The moment they exited, Luo Yingbai sprang out, delivering a beautifully executed mid-air kick that precisely hit the gunman’s wrist. He followed with a series of kicks that sent the man flying, quickly grabbing the gun that had been kicked into the air and pressing it against the child-holding man’s temple before he could move: “Don’t move.”
The man’s hand froze. With considerable psychological resilience, he growled: “Do you want to die together?”
The fire grew larger, and people needed to be warned to evacuate. Luo Yingbai wasn’t afraid to kill, but the knife’s position was too dangerous. Even a slight hit would give the man enough strength to slice the child’s artery.
During this standoff, a voice suddenly called from behind: “Move!”
This light shout was incredibly familiar to Luo Yingbai. Without thinking or hesitating, his body naturally shifted aside.
