Zhan Yun looked tensely at the figure of the firefighter and the two children standing on the balcony, as thick smoke, intermingled with flames, kept billowing out and the terrified cries of the children incessantly reached his ears.
Finally, the firefighter climbed up to the window and with a flip of his body, he entered the balcony. Then he bent down, cradling the two children in his embrace, his broad back shielding them from the flames bursting out from inside the room.
Immediately thereafter, onlookers saw the firefighter, while protecting the children, swiftly undoing the rope around his body, attempting to secure it to the balcony.
Only by securing one end of the rope to the balcony could he carry the children and slide down the rope.
However, at that very moment, in a cluttered corner of the balcony, a small gas canister flickered in and out of visibility among the flames.