The order was relayed from the conference room, the General Director signed and stamped each document in front of everyone.
In less than half an hour, at the rear building of the Scorching Sun Headquarters in the Capital City, a figure leapt from a hundred-meter-tall skyscraper.
When that figure was still three or four meters away from the ground, his speed abruptly dropped, as if he'd hit some invisible speed bump; after passing through those two meters, with just over one meter left to the ground, he suddenly dropped to the ground.
The General Director's secretary, leading his people, stood under the eaves, watching coldly.
"Director Liu, you seem to have forgotten, this is the Scorching Sun Headquarters. If there's one thing we don't lack, it's all sorts of wondrous items. No one has managed to jump to their death here for decades—you probably don't even know why."
Seeing that even death was impossible, the middle-aged man's face was instead full of despair.
