That was a youth exuding a gentle aura from head to toe, appearing utterly harmless and extremely approachable.
Yet Bart remained nervous, retreating all the way to his desk, with his hand casually resting on the surface.
Could someone who walked in from an eighteenth-floor window be an ordinary person?
Wuming lowered his eyes, looking at Bart's actions, and said understandingly, "Is there a gun in the drawer? The last person who wanted to kill me, I helped him choose his cemetery."
Bart was shocked and quickly removed his hand from the desk.
The cold moonlight poured in through the high-rise window, and Bart saw the person's shadow gradually elongating, approaching him. An indescribable terror surged in his heart, shattering all his defenses instantly, and he kept shouting, "Don't mess around, my master won't let you get away with this..."
Suddenly, his voice was cut off.
A few minutes later, the office window was closed.
