It was still broad daylight.
The streets in this bustling district teemed with people coming and going.
Bang!
Suddenly, glass fell from midway up a nearby high-rise and shattered on the ground. Shards sprayed everywhere, injuring quite a few pedestrians.
Everyone hurriedly scattered, but some curious onlookers also raised their heads to look upstairs.
It was probably around the fifteenth floor.
Though they could not see very clearly, they could make out people inside the offices on the fifteenth floor using all kinds of tools to frantically smash the windows.
The glass on high-rises was tempered and ordinarily very difficult to break. Yet for some reason, the people in that office had gone mad, forcefully smashing open the windows. The shattered glass rained down to the ground and nearly struck passing pedestrians.
"Something big must have happened. Everyone on that floor is smashing windows to escape. Could there be a fire?"
"There's no smoke. It doesn't look like a fire."
"That's strange. Then what are they doing? Did they all go crazy? Or is the company brainwashing its employees?"
Many people discussed it as they hurried away from the dangerous area.
Before long.
A crowd had gathered, all looking up at what was happening on the fifteenth floor of the building.
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Help! Someone save me!"
A female employee sat at a window, crying desperately, her face full of terror.
She waved frantically toward the office as though trying to drive something away, while constantly trying to get farther from that floor. In the end, she was forced to lean most of her body out the window, just short of jumping.
But the next moment.
The woman suddenly let out a hysterical scream. Somehow finding the courage, she climbed over the window and tried to