The conversation among the crowd unknowingly drifted into Ma Xiaowei's ears.
His consciousness returned to his mind, he turned his head to look, his pupils gathered from a daze to focus, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
Fire? A little boy is trapped!
No, I can't remain disheartened, I have to go save him first!
Ma Xiaowei didn't hesitate and quickly ran to the bottom of the building, barely squeezed through the crowd of onlookers, and reached the security window to try to climb up.
But, a sharp pain shot through his arm, leaving him with no strength to lift his hand!
"Turns out, my arm..."
Ma Xiaowei's arms hung weakly as he sat on the ground full of grief and anger.
I'm utterly useless, can't even handle such a simple thing!
"Boo hoo hoo! Help!"
The little boy by the third-floor window cried and screamed, as blazing flames flashed behind him.
The fire had already spread to the window; in less than a minute, the little boy would be swallowed by the fire!
