Crack!
When Dominic Pendleton's head slammed into it, a crisp sound rang out.
The hotel's tempered glass shattered instantly!
It was proven.
Human skulls are quite hard.
At least after briefly losing consciousness, Dominic heard the whooshing of the wind by his ear.
He forcefully opened his eyes!
Pitch black!
He couldn't see anything!
But he could feel a sticky liquid slowly trickling down his face.
Bleeding!
How could his head not bleed after smashing through glass?
But Dominic felt somewhat relieved that he was at least still alive.
His vision began to clear bit by bit.
But something felt off to Dominic.
Why was he seeing ants...
He shuddered, and his vision cleared immediately.
This was...
The view from the nineteenth floor!
Dominic Pendleton was hanging in mid-air, held only by one foot that Julius Reed was gripping.
"I'm letting go now."
Julius's lips curved slightly upward, and his hand suddenly let go!
"No! No, no, no!"
Dominic screamed.
