At this, the man named Taoist Priest Qin finally spoke.
"If I do not pray for rain, Commander Xiao, do you think you can put out the fire before it reaches the hazardous materials warehouse?" As he spoke, he stared intently into Commander Xiao's eyes, his gaze as sharp as lightning.
Faced with that stare, Commander Xiao felt somewhat timid and dared not meet his eyes.
"So," the man continued, "it's completely up to you whether you give me this chance. If you consider it feudal superstition, I'll turn around and leave immediately! But if you miss this opportunity, don't blame me for the consequences."
Commander Xiao frowned deeply, torn with indecision. If they were to charge in now, their team was bound to suffer casualties. The other firefighters nearby also gathered around, urging their commander to reconsider. At any rate, what was the harm in trying?
Commander Xiao could only nod in agreement.
