Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.

By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely awakened by the noise.

If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.

“What happened? What happened?”

“Is there an earthquake?”

Goodness! Why do you still bother putting on clothes? Your life is more important. Just wrap yourself with

an incomparably

away

the sky again.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

shattered countless windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken glass rained

“It’s a person!”

my god! There’s someone

a film set? But this is causing way too much noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood informed? Many windows got shattered and even

explain. “There isn’t a film crew here at all! Even if there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you know that aerial scenes

case, what is this?

That is a real person. He doesn’t have any steel wires

any clothes, but he was holding a telescope

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