You Don't Have Much Value

Xiao Luo's hands and arms were like mechanical devices, operating with phenomenal gripping power and endurance. With hardly any effort, he withstood the load generated by the force of impact created by his body weight each time he dropped down, a floor at a time. His movements were light, and his swift descent did not cause too much noise.

Soon, he was about to reach the 8th floor!

It was a stirring display of sheer courage. Qiu Yuanjie and his party on the street below could only stare in trepidation, unblinking, and hearts in their throats. Every time Xiao Luo dropped a floor down, their hearts thumped anxiously, fearing that Xiao Luo would slip and fall. To plummet from such a height, the human body would immediately turn into a heap of flesh and slush. Just thinking about it made one's scalp tingle with numbness.

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