Cai Yan found herself in an awkward situation. Above her, there was still a gap of about two meters to the next level, and below her, there was a distance of over a meter to the window where Yang Chen was located.
Suddenly, the short-haired man who had appeared held up a silver Desert Eagle pistol. His muscular arms strained the fabric of his suit, and it was evident that he had the strength to wield the Desert Eagle single-handedly.
The man looked at Cai Yan with a teasing expression and aimed his pistol at the safety rope that was keeping her suspended. With a single shot, the rope would snap, and Cai Yan would plummet dozens of stories to her death.
Cai Yan had no time for regret. Hanging in mid-air, she had almost no chance of escaping this perilous situation.
"Release the rope! Quickly!" came a shout from below.
