Chapter 45: Rescue (Part 1)

  We came onto the street, Chen Kun said to me: Yaozi, if Fei Xia doesn't agree, are we really going to kill him?

  I nodded. If he didn't agree, we had to make him disappear. Otherwise, when we made our move against the Tiger Gang, he would be a time bomb placed beside us, capable of hurting us at any moment.

  We were talking and walking, and we walked to a commercial residential area in the city center. A 20-story residential building was crowded with people, even small vendors stopped selling things, all looking up at something. Some people were discussing, "Alas", whose family is this? How can there be no one at home, leaving such a young child at home, isn't this a sin? The police have not arrived yet after calling to report the incident, and it's unclear what happened. If this kid falls down, will he still be alive?" Another person said: "Now is rush hour, the road must be congested, the police can't possibly arrive that quickly."

  We heard their whispers and looked up. This look was not easy, it scared us all. We saw a 4 or 5-year-old child, lying on the highest floor of the building, in a window of a household, with his upper body stretched out. If he leaned forward just a little bit more, he would fall down.

  Cao Wei was so anxious that he stomped his feet. Eldest brother, think of a solution quickly! There's no one at home and the police still haven't arrived. The police are hopeless. Such a small child doesn't understand anything and will definitely fall down.

  Just as he said that, the little boy's hands grasped the wall outside the window and stretched out a bit further. How dangerous! People couldn't help but shout out warnings, as if the little boy could hear them.

  I saw the danger and casually took a ghost-faced mask from a toy stall next to me and put it on my face. I didn't want people to see my face. I squeezed to the front of the crowd and came downstairs.

  My whole body was filled with strength, my toes touched the ground, and I sprang up. When my strength was almost exhausted, I stretched out my hand and grasped the windowsill of the fourth floor, and with a burst of effort, I rose several more meters. Actually, I was holding back my true power; if I had used all my strength, I could have reached the rooftop in one leap. If I did that, it would be strange if people on the ground didn't think I was a monster. It's already shocking and astonishing enough this way.

  Downstairs, a burst of exclamation, someone shouted: Quick look, someone has climbed up. My god, who is that person, he's so fierce, is this the legendary qinggong? At this time, a young man with shining eyes said: He must be a hidden world martial arts master, a descendant of which martial arts school, maybe Shaolin, Wudang, or Tian Shan sect. It seems that this person has watched too many martial arts movies and is talking nonsense.

  As I approached the child, I felt a sense of danger, not for myself, but for the child. Suddenly, there was another cry from downstairs, Ah... it fell down. One hand grasped the windowsill, and the other quickly reached out to grab the child. Because the child had floated outward when falling, I didn't manage to catch him. No good, I released my grip on the windowsill and followed him down. My body was much heavier than the child's, so I quickly regained balance with him. I stretched out a hand and pulled the child into my arms. With great effort, I twisted my body around, and my other hand was filled with pale blue energy. "Whoosh," my fingers sank into the wall, suspending me in mid-air.