Inside the hall.
The fire spread quickly along with the high-concentration alcohol, and there were many combustible materials in the hall, such as carpets and furniture, which emitted copious amounts of black smoke as they burned.
However, the fire sprinklers above the hall did not respond at all, turning the entire hall into a steam chamber of flames.
Miyamoto, who had been knocked to the ground by Li Feng, looked at the scene with an extremely livid face, "Zheng Shan, you dare, my Iga Family will not let you get away with this."
Cough, cough, cough.
Miyamoto bellowed in a low voice, but the thick smoke pouring in directly choked his lungs. Having several ribs broken by Li Feng's kick and his lungs injured, Miyamoto was in extreme discomfort at this moment.
"Lord Miyamoto."
"Find a way out, quick." Miyamoto hated not being able to tear Zheng Shan into pieces, but the pressing need now was to escape from this place.
