Chapter 170 - Loosing Control

The pipes shattered into pieces.

"Shit..." eyes wide, Hary glanced up at them.

Fan Xui swiftly leaned over until his torso was hanging down and grabbed hold of the back of his hazmat suit tightly. "Pull him up!"

Yue and Prisitsky hurriedly jumped into action.

One hand Yue held onto Fan Xui's back. "Hold out your hand," he leaned down and took a hold of Hary's outstretched hands.

They pulled him up over the raised wall and onto the roof. "Oh my god, Hary are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?" Yue hurriedly checked him.

Contrary to his expectation, he let out a loud, boisterous laughter. "That was fun."

"Seriously. I don't understand the definition of your fun. God darn it..." Yue panted, sitting tiredly in front of him. "That was too risky... we should never climb down pipes,"

"I told you the pipes won't hold," a small voice whispered from beside them. Everyone just gave Prisitsky a look. "Sorry, just stating the fact,"