Scum Male's Whitewashing Manual

7.7

Nowadays, most people use mobile phones to transfer money, and the younger generation seldom brought money with them. Luckily for Wei Jin, as he dug around in his pockets, he found exactly 100 yuan and handed it to his father.

“Dad, are you leaving for the night?”

“Hmm.”

Wei Mingyan replied lightly, took the hundred yuan, opened the ward door, and left.

It was already very late, but the hospital was bustling as a wanted criminal had almost gone on a rampage and was caught, and the family members of the patients all ran out into the hallway to watch. Even several police officers stood around to gossip. Yet, no one noticed the handsome man in robes leaving this place unhurriedly.

When he got downstairs, Wei Mingyan suddenly stopped close by as his unfeeling eyes narrowed slightly and gazed towards the northwest. There, black smoke, the kind people couldn’t see, was constantly rising, as if a huge black net was being formed, enveloping the whole city.

It was really rare to see so many people die at once.

The handsome Daoist master pulled out the hundred yuan from his sleeve and slightly raised it. A moment later, the red bill started burning. The fire started from the top, and as it burned to his slender white fingertips, the bill was carried away by the wind, and turned to cinders midair.

In Wei Mingyan’s eyes, the floating ashes seemed to become plumes of light smoke, which drifted rapidly towards the northwest along the night sky.

Towards the northwest was the city center, where high-rise buildings were everywhere, with most of them being office buildings and several residential buildings.

At the moment, firefighters were busy at work at the bottom floor of a residential building that had flames blazing from the middle. It was slowly spreading upwards floor by floor.

“Hurry up, hurry up over there!!” the onlookers shouted as the residents at the bottom floors ran out, as first responders were busy shuttling back and forth. The building grounds were simply in chaos. Ladders were being erected for rescue, but they were almost useless. The fire was too fierce and strange, and it didn’t give the rescuers a chance to respond. As if being accelerated, it burned all the way to the top floor.

While everyone had their eyes glued onto the smoky building, a handsome man in robes came up unhurriedly as he looked at the building with calm eyes. The light smoke from burning the 100 yuan earlier had slowly drifted into the building. Clearly, only one bill was burnt, but the light smoke was enough to surround the whole building. Wei Mingyan watched quietly, looking for a big tree, and watched the smoke from the building gradually decrease.

Someone noticed it and shouted excitedly, “The fire is getting smaller!”

Everyone on scene was excited for this godsend. Then, in Wei Mingyan’s eyes, he saw a firefighter begin climbing into a smoke-filled window using a ladder.

Inside, there was a pair of hands belonging to a child waving for help.

Pan Gang is the most senior person in the firefighter squad. At the beginning of this year, their previous captain retired and expressed that he hoped Pan Gang would take over the position of captain.

In truth, the position of captain was really nothing good. In China, although the salary of firefighters weren’t high, there would be a lot of bonus for every attendance, and the captain receives a thousand yuan more than other team members. Yet, without mentioning the extra labor and paperwork, if they encounter a disastrous scene, and nothing could be saved from the fire, as captain, he also has to take blame and face the brunt of the grief and loss of the family of the victims.