Zheng Tan, who had been ready to kick that old man a couple more times, saw the spreading fire and didn't bother with him anymore. He kicked the knife in the old man's hand to the side and then ran to the crib to look at the little brat inside.
The little brat was already awake and looked like he was about to cry, but when he saw Zheng Tan, the face that was ready to cry calmed down, and he even chuckled.
Laugh, my ass!
Zheng Tan couldn't care about anything else right then. The fire was growing, the air was getting hotter, and if they stayed any longer, it might become hard to breathe, which would be very harmful to the little brat. Zheng Tan quickly picked up the kid and, using his legs, started to run. Stepping over the old man blocking the doorway, Zheng Tan carried the little brat down the stairs.
The old man on the ground, clutching his head, moved a bit, preparing to get up, when he suddenly felt a black shadow leap over him.