Ou Minglang's face darkened, and he reached out to grab the door to open it.
But Ning Yuan rushed over and grabbed him, whispering, "Don't open the door! They're all waiting outside!"
As long as they open the door first, those people, whether they have knives or guns, could just stab or shoot at them!
While covering Hua Zi's mouth with his hand to prevent him from crying out, Ou Minglang gritted his teeth and whispered—
"This is gasoline... It has a low flash point and water won't extinguish it. The fire extinguisher is in the hallway. How are we supposed to get out if it catches fire!"
Many machines and cars are still diesel-powered, and those bastards are using expensive gasoline!
They really went all out to kill them!
Ning Yuan made a quick decision: "Wet all the blankets and mattresses on the bed!"
They had planned to use the kettles as weapons, so they brought all the thermos flasks from the room and even got five more from the front desk.
Ou Minglang immediately understood Ning Yuan's plan and reached for the blanket.
Although Manhua didn't know what Ning Yuan was planning to do, she instinctively trusted Ning Yuan.
She immediately pulled Hua Zi, who had just woken up, to get the kettle, opened the stopper, and poured water onto the blanket!
Several people frantically poured boiling water onto several thick quilts.
Steam billowed out, and no one felt a tiny bit of heat!
After pouring out the water, Ning Yuan immediately grabbed the sheets and started unraveling them: "Take out all the sheets and duvet covers, twist them and tie them into ropes! Tie them securely at the foot of the bed!"
Fortunately, it was cold, and the temperature dropped quite a bit after a while!
Although it was still a bit hot to the touch, the group grimaced and worked together to pull out all the sheets and duvet covers, twisting and knotting them into ropes.
Although Manhua was naive and had never seen much of the world, she roughly understood what was going on: "Are we going to go out the window?!"
The second floor is about five meters high. Jumping down from there can easily cause injury. Having a rope to go down would be much better!
“Yes, if people block the corridor, it will be safer for us to run out the window!” Ou Minglang’s eyes lit up.
Their bed sheet ropes were soaked through; even if a fire were brought in, they wouldn't burn through immediately!
Ning Yuan glanced out the window, her expression somewhat troubled: "Not necessarily, those people might be waiting downstairs!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a "whoosh" appeared, and a row of flames instantly burst into flames at the doorway!
Fortunately, the gap under the door was not large, and the flames only spread to the doorway.
Manhua finally couldn't contain her fear and screamed, "Ah!!"
Fortunately, besides her screaming, there were other screams nearby!
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ning Yuan and Ou Minglang exchanged a glance, their expressions instantly changing—
This is indiscriminate killing!
"Those beasts, they actually burned all the guests in the guesthouse to death just to kill us?!"
Ning Yuan gritted her teeth and quickly pressed a soaked cotton quilt onto the flames that were spreading along with the gasoline.
Deprived of air, the flames that had spread to the ground were temporarily extinguished, but the flames on the door continued to burn.
Holding the soaked cotton quilt, Ou Minglang looked out the window, his face unusually pale.
"No, this isn't just about getting revenge on you and me; it's more like a show of force against the police, and even against the soldiers involved in arresting them!"
If it were just about getting revenge, those bastards wouldn't have prepared enough gasoline to burn down an entire guesthouse!
Ning Yuan didn't know whether to feel disgusted or admire these guys' crazy way of provoking the military police!
It reminded her of Bai Baoshan, the most notorious gangster of the 1990s who shot and killed police officers and sentries.
These highway robbers and bandits of the 1980s were just as ruthless and vicious as Bai Baoshan!
Whom the heavens wish to destroy, they first make mad!
...
A tall, burly thug with a menacing face, carrying an empty gasoline can, whispered to a gaunt figure—
"Teacher Zhang, this guesthouse is a bit close to the military district's gate. We need to hurry, or we'll alert those on guard duty..."
They all called their leader "teacher" because he was the teacher of all of them.
Leaning against the Nissan Bluebird, a middle-aged, refined man flipped through a high school Chinese textbook, gently adjusting his glasses.
"No rush, we just want to show those soldiers what the consequences will be if they meddle in other people's business!"
The burly bandit, his face contorted with rage, paused, wanting to say something: "Brother Zhang..."
"What? Two of our brothers died and three were injured while trying to save us. Aren't we going to settle this score?" Teacher Zhang asked calmly.
The burly bandit and the surrounding thugs remained silent.
“If one of my brothers dies, I will take twenty lives to pay for them; if two die, I will take forty.”
"There aren't even forty people staying in this guesthouse. I'll remember this. Whichever of you follows me, I won't let your sacrifice be in vain!"
Teacher Zhang gently pushed up his glasses, looking completely at ease.
The tall, burly bandit and the surrounding gang of thugs trembled, yet couldn't help but be moved by their elder brother's "loyalty"!
Teacher Zhang's gaze swept over the dozen or so bandits, some wielding various knives and others carrying hunting rifles—
“Those young people upstairs, I heard they were college students, and they thought that doing a good deed was a noble virtue.”
He said coldly, "Today we'll teach college students a lesson: when you enter society, be grateful to be alive. Getting involved with the police will only get you burned alive!"
"Yeah, we lit that sky lantern!"
"Hey, I've been keeping an eye on them. That little girl is incredibly pretty. I was planning to let a dozen or so of us have some fun and then send her to heaven, but what a pity!"
"Damn it, those cunning ones carved your mark on every door, thinking they could escape this time! Haha!"
After the guesthouse caught fire, terrified screams continued to be heard.
The bandits, speaking in Mandarin mixed with different dialects, excitedly cursed and kept pouring oil on the guesthouse.
Teacher Zhang gently pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Alright, what if someone in the guesthouse wants to get out?"
The burly bandit with a menacing face chuckled, brandishing the hunting rifle in his hand—
"Hey, if you can't be burned to death, just chop you up. If you run far away, use a shotgun on you. Consider it a New Year's gift. I guarantee that when the police come to collect the body, they'll be depressed for the whole year!"
Teacher Zhang smiled slightly, closed the "High School Chinese" textbook, and said calmly—
"Great, everyone hurry up, I'm going back to prepare my lessons now. I'll be teaching in my hometown after the winter break."
After he finished speaking, he got into the back seat of the Bluebird sedan, and the driver started the car and drove him away slowly.
Seeing the flames growing larger in the rearview mirror, Teacher Zhang pushed up his glasses and sighed softly.
Tsk, what a pity, he hasn't even mentored a single college student yet.
However, the fact that two university students were burned to death, and they were from Fudan University, means that was also part of his academic record.
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