Four Sides Besieged

Yimo's forehead was already slick with sweat.

Shit, the Public Security Officers had blocked the door!

Thinking back carefully, when this kind of thing happened in movies, people usually just jumped out the window and ran, right?

They were on the third floor. Compared with movies where people jumped from the fifth floor—or even from dozens of stories up—that was child's play!

With that thought, Yimo stopped hesitating. He grabbed Tong Muxue and ran toward the end of the hallway, ducking into a room at the back of the hotel at random. "We'll jump from upstairs!"

Yimo spoke boldly as he opened the window and swung one leg over the sill.

But when he stuck his head out and looked down, he froze.

Emmm...

The third floor was about eight or nine meters up.

It was a straight drop, and the only place to land was the concrete ground...

For a burly man or a retired Public Security Officer, it probably wouldn't be much of a problem.

But Yimo was a hardcore shut-in who sat around for so long that his legs might cramp up, with a terrible level of fitness.

He figured that if he jumped, he'd probably land straight in the hospital...

What should he do?

Weighing the pros and cons, this jump was a no-go!

Damn!

It was a game, but it wasn't entirely a game.

This was such a rip-off!

Tong Muxue tugged on Yimo's sleeve and asked curiously, "Um, we're running out of time."

"Can we jump now?"

Yimo turned around with a blank expression and said righteously, "I've thought it over. With my physical prowess, which is on par with Schwarzenegger's, jumping down would be a piece of cake. I could even do a 760-degree spin in midair without a problem."

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