Although the old district was undergoing demolition and renovation, many residents had signed agreements early on and moved out without fuss, leaving the area much more deserted.
Deserted, yes, but not completely. The water and power hadn't been cut, and a few lights were still faintly visible. Because of this, the three people waiting downstairs could vaguely make out Qiao An's figure.
"Bro... Bro..."
Wei Shui's heart was in his throat, his eyes glued to the sight of Qiao An holding on to the top floor with just one hand.
Wei Yun, whose arm was being squeezed painfully, was relatively calm. He turned to Sheng Bai, ready to ask for help.
Unexpectedly, the young master had a lazy posture, pulling out sunflower seeds from his pocket and cracking them lightly, looking as if he were watching a good show.
"You... Aren't you worried? This is really dangerous. It's the sixth floor..."
Sheng Bai looked completely baffled, tilting his head at Wei Yun and Wei Shui.
