Their location is the basement, and the fire is spewing from the ventilation. It’s obvious that there’s a fire burning above ground. Judging by the intensity, the fire upstairs must be quite big.

The basement has no windows and is sealed tight. If the ventilation is blocked by the flames, fresh air can’t get in, and eventually, they’ll suffocate.

But that’s not the scariest part; the most terrifying is the black smoke pouring in from the ventilation.

Keep in mind that in fire accidents, 80% of the fatalities are caused by smoke inhalation.

"Mila, what should we do?" Sabrina Conner asked, unsure of how to proceed.

The iron bars behind her seem to be heating up as well, and Sabrina has a feeling she might be burned alive. He’s so handsome and talented, it would be unbearable even for God to see him die in such a way.

"Oh."

"Mila, we’re going to be roasted alive, just like a suckling pig!"

Sabrina was about to cry. Why is Barnes Smythe still so calm at a time like this?

"Hmm."

Brandon Potter shouted, "Sabrina, if you don’t want to suffocate, cover your mouth and stop chattering. Get down quickly!"

During a fire, smoke mostly gathers in the upper space. Therefore, during escape, you should try to keep your body close to the ground and crawl or bend forward.

Seeing everyone else get down, Sabrina quickly dropped as well. After all, he didn’t want to choke on smoke.

The mood among the group was quite grim; the feeling of waiting for death was unbearable.

Just when the thick smoke started to spread and the surrounding air became scorching, the desperate group heard footsteps.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they seemed to bring hope to everyone.

Click, click... the sound of locks being opened.

At this moment, they wouldn’t care who was opening the lock for them; they’d be happy just to leave this hellhole quickly.

"Sixth Master?" Brandon exclaimed excitedly.

"Don’t talk!" Adrian Desmond said, covering his mouth with a damp towel while freeing a hand to unlock for them.

"Sixth Master, save me!" Sabrina shouted.

Adrian had keys and unlocked the cells one by one, freeing the group.

Seeing Adrian was like seeing his savior, Sabrina was so thrilled he almost hugged Adrian.

"Sixth Master, I knew you wouldn’t abandon us; you’d definitely come to save us."

Brandon Potter: That’s not what you said earlier!

"We need to hurry and get upstairs!" Adrian said urgently.

"Yes, yes."

Adrian, well-acquainted with the route, led Brandon and the others safely to the surface.

Once they reached the surface, they finally saw the chaos above. The armory appeared to have exploded, with flames everywhere and small continuous explosions going off.

The basement they just escaped from had turned into a sea of flames.

"Sixth Master, was it you who set the fire?" Brandon asked.

"Yes."

Sabrina asked, "Sixth Master, you didn’t let us out immediately because you were setting the fire?"

"More or less!"

Sabrina thought to himself: Why didn’t he take him along for such a good deed?

"Sixth Master, why didn’t you take me along? I’m really good at setting fires. How could such work tire you out, Sixth Master? Next time there’s such a job, Sixth Master should just order me to do it." Sabrina laughed.

Adrian glanced over towards Abraham’s place and said to the people behind him, "Let’s go."

"Sixth Master, isn’t this a great opportunity to use the chaos to take out Mercer and Abraham too?" Sabrina asked.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Night Owl has sent people to assassinate Abraham several times; Abraham would never let Night Owl off the hook. Since they’re enemies, why should I help Night Owl take out Abraham?"

"..."

"My relationship with Night Owl isn’t that good!"

Sabrina looked at Adrian with admiration and said, "Sixth Master, I’ve noticed you’ve become smarter since leaving Madam."

Adrian didn’t like this comment, "That’s because my woman is smart; I don’t need to use my brain!"

Adrian left quickly, and Brandon Potter glared at Sabrina, "Sixth Master is upset. It’s your fault for speaking out of turn!"

Sabrina scratched his bright green hair, unable to figure out which of his words had gone wrong.

"Mila, why is Sixth Master suddenly unhappy?"

"Because you spoke poorly of Madam."

"I did not!"

"..."

"Hey, wait for me." Sabrina chased after them.

"Adrian..." a sky-blue shadow came running after them—a woman, none other than Abraham’s little daughter.

"Sixth Master, a woman is catching up to us."

Adrian’s steps would never pause for any woman; her shouting couldn’t slow him down.

"Adrian!" The woman was panting heavily as she tried to catch up to Adrian, completely out of breath.

Sabrina looked sympathetically at the pretty girl in front of him. Although he couldn’t see her waist, through her loose clothing, he could vaguely see her beautiful curves.

Sabrina liked gentle girls who were soft and easy to push over.

"Wait for me, I want to go with you!" By the time she caught her breath, Adrian had already left her a long way behind.

"..."

"Adrian, wait for me."

Adrian’s steps were steady as he moved—she wasn’t used to such intense running.

"Ah..."

Sabrina saw the soft girl trip over a rock and fall to the ground. He watched her look up, tears welling in her eyes as she cried sorrowfully, looking truly pitiful.

Sabrina couldn’t bear it and couldn’t help but speak up on her behalf, "Sixth Master, she fell."

Adrian seemed to ignore it, his steps resolute as he moved forward. Sabrina hesitated, often lagging a few steps behind.

"Sixth Master, she’s so pitiful. Why don’t we take her along? After all, it’s just another mouth to feed." Sabrina said, soft-hearted.

This time, Adrian stopped, coldly replied, "Then let her cling to me, make Sienna get angry, and have her dump me so I have to marry this one, right?"

"Sixth Master, let’s go, ignore him!" Brandon Potter scowled at Sabrina, pouting with disdain.

Marion said, "You should change your type. Abraham’s daughter isn’t someone you can get involved with!"

Sabrina’s face turned red instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he retorted, "Y-you, what nonsense are you talking? Who said I like her? I just felt she was pitiful."

Brandon chimed in, "If you feel she’s pitiful, why not just stay and become Abraham’s son-in-law?"

"Abraham is so ugly, I wouldn’t want to be his son-in-law!"

"You’re becoming his son-in-law, not marrying him. What does his looks have to do with you?"

Sabrina thought far ahead, "I’m afraid of having a son who looks like Abraham!"

Brandon Potter: ...