Lu Tianming faced the cold wind blowing in from the high sky, a hint of chill crossing his eyes.
He couldn't remain so passive anymore; he had to think of a way to turn the tables, to at least figure out the real trump card of the opponent.
As he pondered, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
The sound was so faint that the tread on the roof terrace's floor was almost completely drowned out by the wind.
If not for Lu Tianming's hearing being far above normal, he wouldn't even notice someone was approaching at this moment.
He abruptly turned around, his gaze locking onto the source of the sound.
From the shadows of the equipment room leading to the top floor, an obese figure had appeared at some unknown point.
The visitor was estimated to weigh over two hundred pounds, draped in a spacious dark grey cloak, with a comical pig head mask on his face.
Such an astonishing size, yet with footsteps as light as a cat's, the stark contrast made an eerie feeling arise.
