Chapter 77

Looking at the hand that was desperately flailing behind the car window in the raging fire, Ferren couldn't help but think of the past.

In the early days of the cycle space, Ferren had once been surrounded by a massive fire during a mission. By the time the fire was extinguished, he had turned into a charred corpse. Later, a teammate went through great lengths to revive him, but unfortunately, this teammate was later killed with a single move, and since Ferren had already been revived once, he couldn't bring him back to life again no matter what he tried.

In a flash, Ferren felt that the person in the car was like himself back then. He rarely felt sympathy, but this time, he didn't hesitate and rushed into the fire.

At that moment, a female journalist was also at the accident scene, originally intending to take some minor news photos. Unexpectedly, she saw Ferren get out of the Ferrari and, after a brief hesitation, rush into the fire through her lens.

"Wow, big news!"

The female journalist took a series of photos with her camera, regretting only that the cameraman wasn't there to record the precious footage. She even thought of a news headline: "Rich Young Man Bravely Saves in Fire!"

Ferren took off his jacket and tucked it under his arm. He took a few powerful steps and then leaped, thrusting his legs forward to shatter the rear windshield of the car, entering through the most intensely burning area.

"Is he crazy?" The onlookers exclaimed in shock!

The female journalist was also stunned, but fortunately, her hands didn't forget to work, capturing the precious photo of Ferren's legs piercing through the raging fire mid-air.

Ferren wasn't crazy. Just before jumping into the fire, he had pushed the Wu Sha Xuan Jin Qi to its limit, covering his body. He lowered his head and protected his face, so apart from his hair being singed and his skin being burned, he was otherwise unharmed.

Due to the oil seepage, some parts of the car were already on fire, and the temperature was extremely high. Ferren immediately saw a woman trapped in the driver's seat by the deformed front of the car and the airbag.

Yes, a woman. Her face was pressed against the airbag, facing the window, so Ferren couldn't see it from behind, but he could hear her terrified screams and the sound of her hitting the window.

Ferren's fingers, like knives, cut a hole in the airbag behind the woman's ear to prevent it from exploding and potentially disfiguring her face.

With the airbag gone, the woman, who was trapped, felt a bit more relaxed. Just as she was about to struggle, Ferren timely said, "Don't move!"

Hearing Ferren's voice, the woman, who had some mental fortitude, suppressed her desire to escape and held still. Ferren knew time was of the essence, so he immediately extended his hands, filled with Wu Sha Xuan Jin Qi, under the driver's seat, grabbed the two corners, and forcefully squeezed.

"Crack!"

The two internal hinges of the driver's seat immediately broke, but Ferren's palms were also burned, forming blisters that oozed blood when he applied force, looking extremely terrifying.

Ferren didn't have time to worry about that. He grabbed the backrest of the driver's seat and, with a powerful push, the backrest and the woman fell flat.

Only then did Ferren see the woman's face, which was stunningly beautiful, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen her before. "Is your foot stuck? If not, I'll pull you to the back seat."

The woman's expression was helpless and panicked. Seeing Ferren, she suddenly felt a surge of relief. "Big Brother Fei? Am I dreaming?"

Ferren frowned. "Sorry, I'm asking about your foot!" He knew the situation was urgent and that people in danger could easily become irrational, so he avoided the question of whether they knew each other.

"My foot can move, I don't think it's stuck!" the woman said.

Ferren didn't fully trust her words and didn't pull her all the way to the back seat at once. Instead, he dragged her to his side bit by bit. Once he could see both of her feet, he finally relaxed.

The woman collapsed into Ferren's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

At this moment, the fire was getting larger and more out of control, with crackling sounds all around.

"Let's go!" Ferren didn't give the woman more time to be emotional. He held her with one hand and kicked the rear door open with the other.

The rear door, which was already slightly deformed and difficult to open, flew out like a piece of paper under Ferren's powerful kick, traveling several meters before landing with a thud. Fortunately, the onlookers hadn't gotten too close, or they would have been injured.

Ferren covered the woman's head and face with his jacket and carried her out through the empty rear door, escaping the burning car.

"Boom—"

At that moment, the fire had ignited the car's fuel tank, lifting the rear of the car more than a meter into the air before it fell and became a mess. The two rear wheels rolled away in different directions, causing the onlookers to flee in panic.

Seeing this, the woman in Ferren's arms was extremely frightened and unstable, clinging tightly to Ferren's waist.

At this moment, Ferren noticed that the stunning woman was at most in her early twenties. Despite her disheveled appearance, her natural beauty was evident. She clung to Ferren like a fledgling bird, trembling and sobbing, making Ferren feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Miss, it's over now. Can you let go?" In public, Ferren didn't want to say anything harsh. "Check if your clothes are burned, and I have some burns too. We need to take care of them, right?"

Hearing that Ferren was burned, the woman immediately left his embrace and examined him, asking anxiously, "Big Brother Fei, where are you hurt?"

Ferren rolled his eyes. "Miss, I don't think we know each other. Don't call me Big Brother, okay?"

"Big Brother Fei, don't you remember me?" The woman looked hurt. "I am..."

At that moment, the female journalist, who had been taking photos, approached, showed her press card, and set up her microphone. "Excuse me, I saw you drive down Situ Bada Road in a Ferrari and rush into the fire to save this lady without hesitation. What were you thinking at the time?"

It had to be admitted that the female journalist was quite attractive, scoring around 85 out of 100 in both appearance and figure. It was a waste that she wasn't a celebrity, but compared to the woman Ferren had saved, she seemed ordinary.

Ferren didn't want to answer the journalist's questions, but he heard the sound of sirens, realizing that his colleagues had arrived. If he didn't answer now, the Public Relations Department would make it an issue. So he shrugged and said, "I didn't think much. I'm a police officer!"

"What? You're a cop?" The journalist sensed a bigger story and was about to ask more, but the stunning woman noticed Ferren's bloodied hands and exclaimed, "Big Brother Fei, your hands..."

Ferren was really angry now. "Miss, I don't know you. Don't call me Big Brother, okay?"

The journalist, seizing the opportunity, placed the microphone in front of the stunning woman and asked, "Miss, you said you know this officer?"

The stunning woman was not polite to the journalist. "What are you interviewing? Get lost!"

The journalist was taken aback by the woman's completely different attitude towards her and Ferren, momentarily stunned. Fortunately, the fire department arrived at the scene, with some focusing on extinguishing the fire and others following the onlookers' directions.

Ferren took out his ID from his pocket (hidden ring), identified himself, and pointed to the woman who was still clinging to his hand. "This lady just came out of the fire, is in shock, and may have a concussion. Please take her to the hospital!"

"Big Brother Fei, I'm fine!" the woman protested. "But your hands..."

Ferren spoke in a soothing tone, "Oh~ good girl, my hands are fine. Since you call me Big Brother, listen to me and go to the hospital."

The stunning woman, being quite smart, could tell Ferren was humoring her. She rolled her eyes in frustration, reluctantly let go of Ferren's hand, and got on the stretcher with the help of the firefighters.

"Phew—"

Watching the stunning woman get into the ambulance, Ferren let out a long breath. The female journalist, who had been following him, asked, "Officer Fei, you really don't know that girl? But she seemed to really know you!"

"Are you sure she's not delusional?" Ferren asked, showing his bloodied hands. "Sorry, I need to take care of my injuries!" He got into the Ferrari, started the engine, and drove away, leaving the journalist stomping her feet in frustration.

After turning a corner to get a haircut and treat his burns and other injuries, Ferren wrapped his hands and arrived at the headquarters just as the briefing for the officers (①) had started.

"Report!"

Everyone in the briefing room turned to look at the door, their eyes focusing on Ferren. Among them, Bao Nv's gaze was filled with disappointment, but it turned to shock when she saw Ferren's bandaged body.

The chief, Chen Zejun, was also surprised. "PI Fei, I assume you have a reason for being late. Sit down, and explain in detail after the meeting."

After Ferren sat down next to Xie Yixin, Chen Zejun continued, "Now, let's discuss the shift schedule for the New Year!"

(①: Officers are those at the rank of Probationary Inspector and above, while those at the rank of Station Sergeant and below are referred to as non-commissioned officers.)

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