"It's going to fall!"
Looking at the prison structure below that was becoming more and more apparent, Yun You believed that his mentor Old Jin wouldn't stand by idly, but his heart still couldn't help but tighten.
Everyone else was also huddled in their shelters, anxiously waiting for the final moment to arrive.
Would they die in the collision, survive the fall, or be mistaken as rioters and killed by the guards arriving later?
Nobody could predict the answer; they could only leave everything to the unknown fate.
Meanwhile, in the nearby police Headquarters Building, Ah Kun, the section chief responsible for all Floating Island matters, was tightly gripping his teacup.
But his grip wasn't out of tension; it was out of excitement.
