Chapter 120: Shall We Dance?

"Phew...scary..."

In the corner of the steel structure's outer wall of District Four, Su Lun was hanging there with his spider arm, gasping heavily.

He was perched forty stories up, where the wind was strong.

Looking down at his feet, he could see uniformed security teams, coat and umbrella organizations, and fully armed guards from the Mechanical City searching around the building. From time to time, someone would look up as if they had spotted traces of his climbing.

Su Lun narrowed his eyes slightly and remarked, "The intelligence tracking capabilities of the umbrella organization are indeed well-deserved."

A widely known phrase in the outer city's gangs: Be careful, even the street fruit vendor might be an informant for the umbrella organization.

Just now, Su Lun had personally experienced it.

He was walking on a street two blocks away when he suddenly noticed a fruit vendor casting a menacing glance at him.