Before Chu Mo had time to think over Fang Youwei's meaning, he saw a sharp light bursting out at the light-lit window on the third floor.

His heart suddenly shrank, followed by a loud explosion that exploded on his eardrum.

Broken glass, deformed aluminium alloy window frames scratched across his bright black pupil in a fragmented fashion. It was clearly just an image, but it made his eyelids twitch like a real wound in his eyes.

Chu Mo looked at the smoking third-floor window. There was no sound in the black hole.

"Xiaoxiao!" Chu Mo's heart stopped for two seconds, and he shouted. No one responded. He ran to the...