The Iron Tower was towering, and for the average person, standing at the top and looking down would make their legs go weak.
"Cousin, have we not reached yet? These twenty meters feel so long!" Chu Xiaoran dared not look down.
Leng Rubing's face was pale as she looked down, they were still at least forty or fifty meters above the ground, having descended only half the way.
If it were under normal circumstances, the two women would not have found it so difficult, but they had just been tied up outside the Iron Tower for a long time and were already exhausted.
"We're almost there, hold on!" said Leng Rubing.
Leng Rubing was also very tired now. If they had mobile phones, they could call the police and wait for rescue, but all their phones had been taken by the other party.
"Cousin, are you deceiving me?"
Chu Xiaoran wasn't foolish, she knew that Leng Rubing was deceiving her to give her hope, but Leng Rubing clearly underestimated her.
