Xie Ning pressed her temples against the throbbing pain in her head and forced a smile at her uncle. "Uncle, it looks like you've awakened a Power-type Superpower."
"Did you feel unwell before? Run a high fever?"
Song Youzhi nodded quickly. "I don't think I felt much of a fever, but my head was all groggy for about half an hour. Oh, right, and my hands were burning up!"
"I just thought it was because I felt suffocated from being shut in that small conference room."
"Let's get out of here first. We can talk on the way."
Song Youzhi quickly pulled Xiao Zhu up from the floor, picked up the hanging rope, looped it a few times, slung it over his shoulder, and ran after his niece.
It was strange, though. No one knew where that big coil of rope had come from, but it had appeared at the critical moment and saved Xiao Zhu's life.
Xie Ning, Song Youzhi, and Xiao Zhu climbed a nearby ladder up to the roof and opened the safety door.
