The Empire State Building's observation deck should have been closed by now, with no visitors allowed. Yet two figures sat on the ledge outside the deck, their legs dangling in midair and swinging lazily as they watched a certain underground auction house burning in the distance, along with the chaotic crowds all around it.
"How did this compare to the time you turned Miami upside down?" Lin Wan asked.
Last time, Lu Zheng had gone to Miami to deal with Grant's affairs. He had been eating popcorn from the sidelines when the trouble landed on his own head, resulting in a fugitive agent wreaking havoc across Miami—and in the end, he had even pinned the blame on Lighthouse Country's intelligence department.
Lin Wan had not been there for that incident and had always considered it a regret. Seeing the mess below now, she could not help asking.
"Not even close!" Lu Zheng shrugged. "Back then, police from every direction chased me across more than a dozen streets. In the end, they even brought in helicopters and armored vehicles and greeted me with rocket launchers. That was downtown, you know. What kind of spectacle was that? This is just child's play."
Lin Wan could not help laughing. "Call you fat, and you start panting?"
"Of course!" Lu Zheng grinned smugly, then shook his head again.
"What is it?" Lin Wan asked.
A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Lu Zheng's lips. "It's a pity Lighthouse Country doesn't have a real Spider-Man or Iron Man. Otherwise, with us sitting so openly atop the Empire State Building watching the show, they would have found us already."
"Wouldn't that be good?"
"Good, very good!" Lu Zheng nodded with a smile. "It just feels a little dull. I was even thinking of seeing whether