"Brother Hu." The skinny man rested for half a minute, slightly recovering, and spoke to Gan Hu.
Gan Hu continued to run downstairs, and when he reached the second floor, he twisted his ankle and nearly fell.
Seeing this, the skinny man thought to himself, what a great opportunity!
He then stepped forward to assist, saying ingratiatingly, "Brother Hu, be careful."
Gan Hu looked at him, filled with anger, panting while walking towards the first floor, and said: "You, you, you, damn it..."
The group had all reached the ground floor.
But they didn't dare to stop under the building, instead walking to a farther place, in the open sun.
Lying down, sitting, sweating profusely.
Throats felt like they were on fire, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.
Calf muscles trembling involuntarily, minds blank.
Not just the calves, but the hands were also slightly trembling.
Dammit.
Less than three minutes, and they descended twenty-eight floors.
