Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure
descended upon the building.
A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. âWho did that? Who dared to kill the son
of Colton Lawrence?!â
The voice sounded loud and angry.
It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at
this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and
trembled.
By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely
awakened by the noise.
If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.
âWhat happened? What happened?â
âIs there an earthquake?â
âI donât know. Hurry up and run! Goodness! Why do you still bother putting on clothes? Your life is more
important. Just wrap yourself with a blanket!â
After that, an incomparably shocking scene appeared.
Countless people ran out from the tall buildings, some with clothes on and some with nothing.
Everyone seemed frantic, scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast as possible to get to open
space. However, everyone soon discovered that something wasnât right.
A voice could be heard in the sky again. âCome out and die!â
Crash! Crash! Crash!
The soundwaves shattered countless windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken glass rained in all
directions.
âItâs a person!â
âOh my god! Thereâs someone in the sky!â
âThis is way too dramatic. Are we on a film set? But this is causing way too much noise. Why wasnât
our neighborhood informed? Many windows got shattered and even more got hurt. Is there something
wrong with this filming crew?â
A neighborhood security guard quickly ran out to explain. âThere isnât a film crew here at all! Even if
there were, they wouldnât do it in a place like this. Donât you know that aerial scenes like this are all
filmed using green screens before being combined later through post-editing?â
âIn that case, what is this? Could this be real?â
Someone started shouting in the crowd. âItâs real, itâs real. That is a real person. He doesnât have any
steel wires around him.â
This man wasnât wearing any clothes, but he was holding a telescope with his hands.
âBrother, you didnât even have time to put clothes on. Why do you have a telescope with you?â a
security guard asked curiously.
âI⦠Why do you care?â uttered the man in defiance.
Could he have said that he was using the telescope to peep at a young woman while he silently
masturbated? Meanwhile, Nora Stewart and Alex Rockefeller were the most nervous people around.
Noraâs hair had stood up on their ends like a frightened cat while she stared out the window.
Right then, a deafening boom rocked the area. Phoebe Larsenâs balcony had been destroyed by the
personâs single palm attack.
A man rushed inside with a murderous aura. It was none other than Colton Lawrence, Left-wing
Lieutenant of Flying Eagles!
âNora Stewart! Did you kill my son?â he asked.