"Speaking of… meeting places for old colleagues, is it really this low-key? The standards have dropped, brother."
Tony muttered to himself, took a step forward, stepping on the edge of the floor, and looked down at the drop below the rooftop. After confirming the height, he turned around, spread his arms, and suddenly jumped.
Just like that, he fell towards the ground behind him.
Mid-air, he deftly flipped his body, whipping the horse face mask, spinning in the incoming wind, flipping two and a half times, twisting two and a half times again, then spinning like a little top 1080 degrees in a rapid fall, carving an exaggerated arc, finally crashing through the fragile roof of the warehouse.
Descending from the sky!
With a burst of thunderous noise, the uninvited guest crashed into the light from the ceiling, fell to the ground with a hurricane, but not a speck of dust was raised.
"Yay—perfect score!"
