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After much contemplation, Lu Xiaoran still felt that he should not act rashly. He had always been cautious and careful in his actions; without absolute certainty, he would not choose to strike. It was better to wait a bit longer, to thoroughly investigate the details of that research institute before taking any action.
After browsing the internet for a while longer, Lu Xiaoran checked the time—it was already late evening. He decided to get some sleep. After turning off his phone and brushing his teeth, Lu Xiaoran lay down in bed and rested early.
The next morning, the eastern sky faintly revealed a hint of dawn. In the residential building below Lu Xiaoran's safe house, an old man trembled as he carried a bowl of porridge to the front of a double bed.
"Dear, wake up. It's time to eat something," he said softly.
Lying in bed was an elderly woman with a head full of hair. Due to the effects of toxic gas, she had become physically weak. Now, as she lay in bed, she occasionally coughed, looking very unwell.
The old man pulled over a stool and sat at the bedside, feeding the porridge to the elderly woman one spoonful at a time. Once she finally finished the porridge, he slowly stood up, intending to take the bowl back to the kitchen.
In that moment of rising, the old man noticed what seemed like a shadow outside the window. He turned his head to see what it was.
It was a startling sight; almost causing his heart to fail. Outside the window was a young sneaky man who had half of his body protruding in, clinging to the wall like a gecko. His hands were pressed against the glass, and his eyes were wide open as he carefully observed the situation inside.
Upon realizing that the old man had spotted him, the young sneaky man suddenly vanished in a flash.
Seeing such a bizarre scene left the old man both frightened and anxious; he hurriedly moved closer to the window. The old man's home was on the top floor of this building. He couldn't fathom how that young sneaky man had gotten up there or how he managed to cling to the window like a gecko without falling off.
After walking to the window, the Old Man lowered his head and looked down, unable to suppress a gasp of cold air.
The Young Man from earlier had not left; he was now gripping the ledge with both hands, looking as if he might fall at any moment.
This was a tall building, nearly ten meters high, and falling from here would leave no chance of survival.
Saving him was urgent; the Old Man needed to pull this young man up quickly.
Without thinking much, the Old Man hurriedly yanked off the tape that had been stuck to the window frame. The tape was meant to prevent toxic gas from seeping into the house through the cracks in the window. But now, the situation was critical, and the Old Man couldn't afford to worry about that.
Once he had removed all the tape, he quickly opened the window and called down to the Young Man, "Grab my hand! I'll pull you up!"
The Old Man's home did not have security bars installed, so as long as he could grasp the Young Man's hand, he could pull him directly inside.
Just as the Old Man reached out to grab him, the Young Man suddenly let go of his grip on the ledge.
The Old Man was startled; just when he thought the Young Man was about to fall, he noticed that the Young Man's body remained suspended in mid-air, completely still.
How... how is this possible?
Before the Old Man could comprehend what was happening, the Young Man suddenly flashed upward, reaching a height equal to that of the Old Man.
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