Yixiong and Shanquan speedily crossed a reasonably large intersection. The incident was truly an unexpected thing. At that point, they were no longer walking leisurely. Shanquan walked quick. It was so fast that Yixiong had a hard time keeping up with Shanquan's pace.

In no time, they had already crossed five hundred meters from the intersection. They had arrived at a big fork. On the left was a large road leading to the gate of the elite housing estate inhabited by Yingyue's relatives. The road there was very jammed, and the two-way street was filled with various kinds of vehicles. Lots of vehicles trying to move away from the housing. There were also many vehicles, which had just arrived, lining the road leading to the gate. The newly arrived fire trucks struggled to move forward because too many vehicles were blocking their path.

Shanquan and Yixiong kept walking. Because the roads were very congested, many of the passengers in those cars got off and chose to walk. The sidewalks on both sides of the road were congested with pedestrians. Not only people who were using the sidewalk. In fact, several bicycles passed through the sidewalk.

When they had walked about three hundred meters from the turn, Yixiong suddenly grabbed Shanquan's arm.

"What's wrong? The residential gate is still about five hundred meters ahead of us!" Shanquan said.

"Dahge! Look at that," Yixiong pointed at the crowd in front of them.

"What should I see? So many people in front of us."

"That! About fifty meters ahead of us," Yixiong raised his hand. He pointed his index finger forward.

Shanquan followed Yixiong's direction.

"Could you see clearly?"

"Why? Why is she here?" Shanquan shouted so loudly. His tone was full of astonishment. As a result, several people turned their heads toward them.

As Yixiong already said, about fifty meters in front of them, a girl was also walking fast. Yixiong could only see her from behind. But from her posture and clothes, he was absolutely sure that the girl was Yingyue.

"The news about this fire must have been on television. She came here to see if the fire had spread to her relatives' house," Yixiong said.

"I know," said Shanquan. "But how come she arrived earlier than us?"

Shanquan quickened his pace. That time, he was half running. They couldn't run freely because there were too many people. It was almost thirty seconds later that they managed to approach the girl. Shanquan patted the girl's shoulder.

The girl turned to them.

"Uncle Shanquan!" The girl stopped walking.

"Xiaotian, what are you doing here?"

Xiaotian? Uh? Dahge has a special nickname for this girl?

"There's a fire, Uncle! I'm worried..."

"Uncle Duanmu, how are you?" A young man greeted him warmly. He was standing right next to Yingyue.

"Caihong? Why are you here too?" Yixiong really didn't expect that person to be there too. That young man was Caihong. The person they helped about half a year ago. He called Shanquan and his friends "uncle" because of the considerable age gap between them and Caihong.

Shanquan turned to the young man standing next to Yingyue. "Why are you here together with Yingyue?"

"I came to Uncle's house earlier. There, it was only Uncle Dongfang and Miss Lüqiu. All of you are away."

Caihong didn't meet Yiren and Xinxiu. It means they were still underground when Caihong came.

"Then we saw the news of the fire on television, so we rushed over here!" Yingyue continued Caihong's words.

Yixiong and Shanquan looked at each other.

"Now, where is Zhengyi?" Yixiong asked.

By now, he should have gone to the station, which was very far away, to pick up the backpack he had left there last night.

"He didn't come with us. He said someone had to be on guard at home," said Caihong.

Uh? He let Miss Lüqiu go alone with Caihong?

"The location of the fire is very close to my relative's house. So I have to look here." Yingyue's face looked so worried.

'"So you asked Caihong to drive you here?" Shanquan raised eyebrows.

"It's not like that, Uncle." Caihong smiled. "I have relatives living in this estate as well. So I also want to know if they're all right."

Yixiong looked at the young man. Logically, his words made a lot of sense. The Mingzhu family was rich and respected. They could not possibly live in a simple hut. For them, housing, such as buildings in such elite housing, could then be called a house.

"You two didn't try calling them?" asked Shanquan.

"Earlier at uncle's house, Miss Lüqiu tried to call her relatives' house. I also tried to contact my relatives. But no one answered our calls," said Caihong.

"Where's your car?" Yixiong looked around. Caihong and Yingyue could get there that fast, so they must have taken their own private vehicle.

"That, far behind," Caihong pointed at the cars lined up along the road.

"Which one?" Yixiong asked.

"Not visible from here," said Caihong. "There are a lot of traffic jams. Cars run like snails. So we decided to just walk."

Yixiong looked at Shanquan. Promptly, he hugged Yingyue's shoulder. The girl looked a little shocked. Yixiong understood. Even though the girl didn't know the relatives who would host her in a few days, they were still her relatives. If something terrible happened to them, the girl would surely languish.

"Let's get closer to the housing gate," said Shanquan.

The four of them then rushed towards the gate. All the way to the entrance to the housing complex, Shanquan didn't let Yingyue's fingers out of her grip.

Police in full uniform and local security officers were on guard in front of the gate. They forbid people to enter the housing complex. At the moment, there were still a few cars coming out of it. Newly arrived cars were ordered to turn around and stay away from the place, except for cars that really needed to be there, such as fire engines, police cars, ambulances, etc.

"Looks like it's impossible for us to see the situation inside." Shanquan squinted at the gate. He let go of Yingyue's palm, which he just held tightly.

Seeing the tightness of the guard, Yingyue covered her face with her right hand. The skin around her eyes looked wrinkled. Her lips pursed and blew air, accompanied by a sound like a gust of wind. This was the first time Yixiong had seen Yingyue put on a sullen face.

Caihong strolled towards the gate. Yixiong followed him. They arrived at the spot where the officers had put a yellow line. Yixiong stopped there. Caihong broke through the yellow line. He walked up to the security guards, who were standing there. After getting close enough to them, he called one of the security guards. Caihong seemed to whisper something to him. The security guard then entered the guard post there. Caihong returned to where Yixiong was standing.