At such a high place, with just one lousy rope, what would you do if it broke?
Su Qiang was dangling in mid-air, his mind blank, having even forgotten to curse, concentrating solely on shouting for help.
Lin Rui glanced at his constant struggling and gave him a friendly reminder: "The more you struggle, the greater the chance you'll fall, are you sure you want to keep doing this?"
Upon hearing this, Su Qiang's body gradually stopped shaking as he trembled and pleaded.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please let me up, I beg you to let me up! I don't want to die!"
He had just finished speaking when a cold voice came through.
The voice was accompanied by footsteps, colder than the chilly night wind.
"Who sent you to look for Su Wanxin."
Fu Shihan asked the same question as before, walking over slowly, lighting a cigarette as he looked down at Su Qiang's wretched state, his face expressionless.
This guy looked weak, but he had plenty of dirty tricks up his sleeve.
