The Bigger the Storm, the Pricier the Fish!

As Lin Xiaoyang climbed the stairs one step at a time, he had already cursed the bastard who had shut off the elevator eight hundred times in his head.

Thirty-six floors! A whole thirty-six floors!

He had to climb all the way to the top, step by step! And it wasn't like his name was Zhao Gao!

In the somewhat narrow stairwell, the young man panted heavily, sweat continuously running down from his temples. A large patch on the back of his tracksuit had long since been soaked through.

After great difficulty, he reached the final stretch. The small iron door to the rooftop was right above his head. He reached out and pushed, only to find it locked from the inside.

"Fuck."

The young man finally could not help swearing under his breath. He looked around, hoping he could find another way up.

He clearly was not ready to give up.

—To be honest, Lin Xiaoyang was not sure whether he had seen it wrong, but yesterday, from several streets away, he really had seemed to spot a blurry "halo" falling in this direction from within the "firework" that had exploded in midair over the old district.

Risking the possibility that aftershocks might still be felt beneath his feet, he had carefully searched his way here along that direction, paying special attention to the rooftops of rarely visited buildings.

And judging by the general trajectory from back then—this office building's rooftop should have been the most "suspicious" location.

By the time he had climbed up here, most people on every floor had already cleared out. Even the security guard at the entrance looked worried as he stared at his phone, failing to notice the figure slipping past him.

Clearly, the intermittent signs of minor earthquakes earlier—or perhaps concerns that