Rooftop terrace.
A hand covered in dust grabbed the railing.
Bi Fang flexed his muscles, pulling his entire body up and flipping onto the rooftop.
"Phew, that was exhausting."
Shaking his sore arms, Bi Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The process of climbing the building had been simpler than he had imagined, so he went straight to the top in one go, as there wasn't much difference anyway.
He pulled out the Dinima Rope from his backpack, tethered one end to the railing, and the other end to his waist. After securing it tightly, he slowly lowered himself down bit by bit.
Richard and the others hadn't appeared, surely blocked by some external force, so he absolutely couldn't enter through the main entrance.
Descending slowly on the rope, Bi Fang really resembled a window cleaner, too bad cleaners don't work in the middle of the night, do they?
I wonder if those two will call the police.
