"You're wrong again, death isn't scary, it's how you die that's terrifying," Lin Tian shook his head with a cryptic smile.
"Hmph…" the lead robber snorted coldly, unconvinced that death could do much, a severed head is just a big scar—what more could happen, spirits scattering?
"Hehe, come on, let's experience the height of this five-star hotel's hundred-meter building," Lin Tian chuckled and grabbed the hand of the lead robber, running toward the edge railing.
In his stunned state, Lin Tian suddenly leaped outward, baffling the robber. Considering the hundred-meter height here, falling would indeed be horrifying, and the robber couldn't fathom why the young man would jump.
But a few seconds later, he no longer had time to think it through, as his hand was still gripped by Lin Tian. After Lin Tian jumped out, he fell straight down, pulling the robber along.
