The naked man rolled his eyes when he heard his friend's words.
"It's not my fault. They just love waging war." He closed his eyes and smelled the air. "By the way… the wind is not natural. There is no way someone's laundry can fly this high. We are 300 meters above the ground!"
He turned to the right and narrowed his eyes. "This is not your doing, is it?"
"Nah…. I am not that free to play games with you. I am busy," said the other man from inside the penthouse. "I am getting ready for important work tomorrow."
The naked man clicked his tongue in displeasure. He waved his hand and casually tossed the bloodied suit into the air. Then, out of nowhere, lightning came and struck the suit.
SWOOSH!!
The lightning burned the suit in the air and then it disappeared, leaving behind only a bit of ash particles. After making sure he had got rid of the stinking smell of blood, the naked man felt happy again.
