Behind him was a sky-enveloping sea of flames, along with Zhao Mengxi's hoarse, desperate shouts at him.
But he threw himself at me, shielding me with his body, and with a dagger, quickly sliced through the rope suspending me.
I was held in his arms as we tumbled twice before he pushed me onto the stainless steel staircase.
"I'm drenched in gasoline! Are you out of your fucking mind? If that fire had been just a bit more fierce and splashed on me, you would've been looking to get roasted alive with me!"
My chest heaved violently, my eyes widened staring at him; just a moment earlier, if he had been a tad slower, or the fire a bit more intense, either of us could've been finished.
My heart nearly leaped out of my throat, yet there he was, cool as a cucumber, jumping to my side and nonchalantly remarking that we were still a little short of danger.