Yu Hai warily observed the surroundings, until a signal came through the earpiece.
An anchor rope was thrown upward from the tenth-floor window, the anchor claw securely gripping the wall. A shadow broke through the window, grabbed the rope, and fixed the main line using the figure-eight attachment on their waist—a series of movements completed in mere moments.
He gripped the main rope with his right hand while pulling a person out of the window with his left. That person hung limp, their limbs dangling naturally under the weight of gravity.
The shadow held the main rope with one hand and the person with the other, descending swiftly like a feather in the night.
Yu Hai watched the two descending rapidly from above, and his previously suspended heart finally settled.
Lei Jian landed on his feet, and Yu Hai quickly took the unconscious man from him. In the darkness, he took a quick glance.
"Is he…?"
"Passed out, no problem."
