Sure enough, relying on others is unreliable.
Chuzheng pushed aside the subordinate holding the umbrella, lightly tapped the ground with her toes, and flew down.
"The Tower Master seems very formidable."
"The Tower Master will definitely win."
"Go, Tower Master!"
Hearing the words behind her, Chuzheng almost turned back to crush them.
With subordinates like these, if Fengman Building doesn't decline, who will?
It's not the fault of this group, actually many people had left Fengman Building. Those were the pillars, and those who stayed, claiming to have a connection with Fengman Building, are simply incapable. Even if they left, they might not be better off than they are here.
Chuzheng moved too quickly; before the people over there could react, one person had already fallen.
A scream pierced through the rainy night, sounding particularly mournful.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh—
