Carrying the water buckets, Zou Feng quickly arrived at the fire's outermost edge.
The blaze wasn't large, and it was clearly started by someone using ignited balls of oiled paper.
Seeing this, Zou Feng first used a rapid side-to-side stomping technique to extinguish the burning paper balls.
He then doused the nearby areas that had caught fire with the two buckets of water.
After dealing with it all in the shortest time possible, before he could even catch his breath, Zou Feng heard faint footsteps in front of and behind him simultaneously.
Two men in black, tight-fitting clothes with emotionless faces had him blocked, one in front and one behind.
'So it's true, arson and murder go hand in hand...'
Neither of them wore masks. Clearly, they felt it was unnecessary; after all, dead men tell no tales.
The man in front had a hawk-like nose and held a crescent moon blade in each hand.
The one behind was missing his left ear and wore spiked knuckle dusters on his fists.
