At that moment, everyone's brain froze.
A young man livestreaming on his phone gaped wide enough to fit an egg in his mouth, his camera shaking wildly.
"Holy shit... holy shit! Are they filming a fucking Bollywood blockbuster? Someone just walked out of an explosion!"
Another onlooker, a middle-aged man, rubbed his eyes hard.
"Ripping off car doors... tanking an explosion... fuck, I really shouldn't drink during the day. Now I'm hallucinating!"
An older woman pressed her palms together, muttering, "Heaven help us, a god has descended to save people. Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Everyone stared at Chen Lin as though they had seen a ghost, their gazes filled with incredulous awe.
Chen Lin ignored them. He hurried to the roadside and laid the last woman he had rescued flat on the grass.
"Chen Lin!"
Her voice thick with tears, Chen Qianqian hurled herself at him like a little cannonball, heedless of everything else.
Her small hands frantically felt him all over, checking for injuries, and her voice rose in pitch.
"Are you hurt? Where did you get burned? Let me see!"
Chen Lin grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
"I'm fine! Don't worry! No big deal!"
Zhang Ruoxi, who had followed close behind, ran up to him, only to stop abruptly.
Her gaze drifted uncontrollably to Chen Lin's bare upper body.
His perfect pecs, sharply defined eight-pack, and muscles still slightly swollen from his exertion formed a breathtaking silhouette of strength against the raging flames in the distance.
As she stared, Zhang Ruoxi's cheeks suddenly burned. She hurriedly lowered her head, her heart pounding as though it might leap out of her throat.
Chen Qianqian checked Chen Lin thoroughly. Apart from some soot, he hadn't suffered a single burn-not even a scrape.
Her heart finally settled back into place.
Then