The howling cold wind swept across He Ao's face, while the old framework beneath his feet creaked and groaned.
Specks of snow drifted past him.
He Ao raised his head, glanced at the protruding window ahead, then suddenly leaped up. With a crisp bang--, he grabbed the edge of the window.
Radiance Tower did not use an all-glass curtain wall design. Instead, it had old-fashioned small windows, making it stand out among the surrounding glass skyscrapers and giving He Ao a chance to move by clinging to the outer edges of the windows.
He Ao looked down.
He was now ninety meters above the ground. The streetlights and people below resembled blurry pixel-sized dots.
Gripping the edge of the window, he exerted a little force and lifted himself up, bringing half his body past the window as he looked inside.
At that moment, a young man with fluffy curls and a dirt-smudged face stood by the window, staring at him with wide eyes.
After a brief pause, the young man raised a hand and rubbed his eyes.
Then he opened them again and saw He Ao raising his hand.
"Have you seen this person?" He Ao ignored the young man's frightened, confused gaze and raised his wristband, displaying a photo of the coach.
Hearing the question, the young man blanked for a moment. Then he lowered his head to look at the image projected by He Ao's wristband and froze slightly.
Had he really seen him? The coach wasn't dead?
Was that message really sent by the coach?
Or had someone been keeping track of the coach's whereabouts all along, saving him as a contingency against Loren in case of an emergency?
The Black Wolf Gang? Or some other force?
Thoughts raced through his mind as He Ao quickly asked,