Su Ming had noticed the figure the moment it stepped onto the rooftop. It had been standing there for five whole minutes.
People who went up to rooftops to jump generally fell into two categories: those who cried and shouted, and those who said nothing at all.
The former usually wanted to live. They had resentment and grievances bottled up inside, so they resorted to extreme ways of expressing themselves. Saving them in passing was no big deal.
The latter, on the other hand, had usually already made up their minds to die. They held no attachment to life whatsoever. Even if you saved them, their hearts would remain ashes, and they would come back next time.
As a bystander, Su Ming had no idea what someone bent on dying had been through. What if they had terminal cancer, a poor family, suffered agony every day, and were even denied the right to seek death? Wouldn't that be too miserable?
Never having suffered another's pain, do not urge them to be kind. That was Su Ming's view. People should have the right to make their own choices and bear the consequences themselves.
So after the person had stood on the rooftop for so long, the dark Deathstroke had only paid attention at first before turning to talk with Harley and Adjutant.
But now Harley looked as if she had discovered the New World. She dragged him through the crowd and ran toward the building, and he had no idea what she was after.
Sometimes, she was a slightly bloodthirsty little lunatic. She probably wanted to bathe in brains and blood. It would not take long, anyway. From Deathstroke's experience, once the police and negotiators arrived, someone who truly wanted to die would jump. They had to beat the fire department