Celebration Begins

With the top-floor corridor as the boundary, Fabrikot on one side was experiencing the strangest and most terrifying ordeal of his life, while Zhang Heng on the other side remained undisturbed.

The footsteps outside grew increasingly chaotic, accompanied by hoarse voices. Zhang Heng had already mastered quite a few foreign languages, yet he still could not understand what those people were saying. In fact, their language consisted only of several strangely pronounced syllables repeated over and over.

The commotion was also growing louder. Someone was carrying something heavy and ramming the door, while others were trying to use the side door to surround Fabrikot. Zhang Heng could already imagine the expression on the poor traveler's face.

Especially when Fabrikot heard the front door of Room 428, where he was staying, being battered, while the sound of a key entering the lock came from the room he was trying to reach, he knew he had been surrounded.

At that moment, his heart was filled with despair, but his instinct to survive drove him to keep ramming the side door. Fortunately, it was not locked. He did not have to exert much effort to force it open, then slid the bolt into place at the last possible moment before the front door was unlocked.

After doing all that, Fabrikot heard a terrifying rush of footsteps charging into Room 428, where he had been moments ago. If he had stayed there, he would most likely have been caught already. But even now, he had little time left. Fabrikot stuck his head out the window and saw the rooftops under the moonlight. Their slopes looked rather steep.

But Fabrikot knew he had no other choice.

He could only gather his courage and jump, but just as he leaned half his body out the window,