Who Are You?

People stared blankly at the sky.

What did fifty meters mean? Office buildings in the city were 3.2 meters per floor—it was like a person jumping straight down from the fifteenth floor.

No matter what, this scene was far too shocking.

Would they be smashed into meat patties when they fell?

"Damn it, I forgot about my hat."

The instant Beret jumped down, the biting wind swept past his ears, and he suddenly realized that if his hat blew away, he would be utterly humiliated.

So he had no choice but to free up his right hand, which he had been using to maintain balance, and press down on the beret atop his head.

In the eyes of Tank and the others behind him, Beret descended from the sky in a mysterious pose, one hand pressed against his head.

"Did the boss develop a new airdrop posture this time?"

Tank lightly tapped his feet together, and blue Flame Stream Ejection instantly burst from the soles of his metal combat boots.

Other than Beret, blue sparks flashed beneath the feet of the remaining people at the same time when they were still over twenty meters from the ground.

They were not that insane. They had no intention of descending at high speed with their bare bodies.

"Kid..."

Beret locked his gaze onto Mu Fan below, whose eyes held a trace of surprise, and curled his lips into a grin.

Then came a series of mechanical latch sounds. Silver metal spread upward from his feet to his waist.

Once Beret's legs were completely covered in metal armor, then...

He crashed down with a boom.

A tremendous jolt traveled up from beneath his feet.

Even the nearby attendants felt their eyelids twitch.

The round table made of ironwood had been crushed clean