The other party saw Jhiang Yuan and the others' lack of reaction and still watched him warily.
Hurriedly, they pulled the scarf covering their nose and mouth downward, revealing their true face.
"I'm Lu Chao, Mianmian's friend."
Sure enough, it was that young man from the tenth floor.
Safety confirmed.
"Can't go up, this area has been sealed off!"
"It's over, what do we do now?"
The man from earlier was somewhat panicked and clearly grouped himself with Jhiang Yuan and the others.
"Let's go up from here, smash the eighth-floor window."
Song Yi immediately made a decision; under the circumstances, things couldn't stay calm.
With time pressing, everyone also felt it was possible.
Taking the lead, he stepped onto Zhang Kaiyang's shoulders, and Lu Chao, being perceptive, also came over to help.
With one effort, Song Yi leaped upward, propelling himself towards the upper floor with inertia.
The eighth floor was now equivalent to the second floor in terms of height.