Liu'er Mihou, the Six-Eared Macaque, stood in the firehouse garage, the dim lighting casting shadows over his muscular frame. He was an impressive figure, his well-built physique a testament to years of rigorous training and dedication to his role as a firefighter. His shoulders were broad, his arms thick with muscle, and his core a solid wall of strength. A wedding ring hung from his neck on a sturdy string, a constant reminder of his beloved.

Clad in his firefighter's uniform, which seemed to struggle to contain his powerful build, Sergeant Liu'er Mihou meticulously checked the equipment on his fire truck. His sharp eyes, honed by years of experience, scanned each item with precision.

Liu'er’s sharp eyes scanned each piece of gear with precision, ensuring everything was in its proper place. His six keen ears twitched slightly, picking up the sounds of his colleagues' chatter and the distant wail of sirens.

The garage was filled with the familiar smells of oil, metal, and faint traces of smoke, remnants of the fires he had bravely battled. The red fire truck gleamed under the fluorescent lights, a symbol of safety and hope. Liu'er Mihou moved with practiced efficiency, his strong hands checking hoses, ladders, and axes, ensuring that everything was in its place and ready for the next emergency.