With this thought, Yang Ying grabbed the fire extinguisher and stepped forward. Using the extinguisher, he suppressed the roaring flames advancing from behind Zhang Beixing and joined the others by his side.
At this moment, Zhang Beixing had just finished his retracting stance, drawing all his energy back into his body.
Just as he was about to speak, his gaze fixed ahead, preparing to say something, what met his eyes were seven or eight people. This group reached out their hands toward him. Some grabbed his arms, others his waist, and still others his legs.
Before Zhang Beixing could figure out what was happening, the people let out a "HEAVE-HO!" and lifted the bewildered Zhang Beixing, carrying him off as if they were stealing a dog.
Zhang Beixing: "???"
"Wait, what are you all doing? Put me down!"
