Extremists exist in every country, in every place. However, extremists like the old man—those who took their beliefs to such a horrifying degree—were few and far between.
For that fanatical belief despised by billions, for this place he had sworn to live and die with, he was willing to give up his very life. In his frantic panic to battle the flames, he completely overlooked the monstrous figure standing not far away—the one who had defeated him time and again with such ease.
Watching the old man scramble to fight the fire, Qin Fan's eyes grew cold. Clenching his teeth, he took a great stride forward and charged, leaping toward the old man and lashing out with a sweeping kick.
BOOM!
PFFT!
The old man slammed into a support column, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Yet, he completely ignored his own physical condition, even subconsciously ignoring Qin Fan. His eyes saw nothing but the ever-growing flames, his mind fixated on a singular mission: to extinguish the fire.
