Then I jumped on the roof, condensed with the cold and cut at the old man.

The old man began to resist with his dust brushing, but I cut it in half with a knife. The old man was shocked and stepped back two or three steps. He looked at the dust brushing which had been broken in his hands and said, "Well, you are a small building, you really have two downs. Today, if a good man doesn't suffer losses, he won't care about you." After that, the guy jumped straight into the sky and fled.

I said to myself that you deserve to be called a hero, even...