Wu Junhao stood at the stairs above the 28th floor, watching Jiang Yuan below searching almost inch by inch, quickly becoming bored.
He was often on the scene, but such meticulous examination, he had never seen before.
Yet, today's situation was exceptional, and Wu Junhao felt it was difficult to slip away.
If he were to go out for some errand and return to find Jiang Yuan lying in a pool of blood, how could he explain?
It would be quite a pity indeed.
With long arms and legs like a giraffe, and a smart brain, but if poked with a knife, the flailing, he guessed, would be similar to a short winter melon like a spotted deer.
So, although bored, he had no choice but to stick around—images from various films unavoidably surfacing in Wu Junhao's mind. Those bodyguards going to the washroom, security guards betting on horses, mercenaries off to frolic with a few women, all came back to chilling scenes after taking a leak.