"Zhao Qiang!" Liu Yiyi grabbed Zhao Qiang's hand, but it was lifeless. Although the joints weren't stiff and the hand was still warm, a dead person's hand was completely different from a living person's. Liu Yiyi felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her voice choked with sobs, almost suffocating. Zhao Qiang was dead, he had died trying to save her. Liu Yiyi's mind was in turmoil. At this moment, she wanted to go with Zhao Qiang; perhaps only in this way could she express her remorse for him. Although she didn't particularly like this young man, he was self-reliant, had excellent repair skills, and was diligent in his business, with a promising future ahead of him. But he had sacrificed himself to save her.
Liu Yiyi frantically picked up a wooden stick from the ground. It was from renovations upstairs; a few sticks had probably been left behind on the 27th floor during transport. She lashed the stick at Zhang Chunjiang with increasing force, whipping him like a corpse! Only in this way could she vent her hatred for Zhang Chunjiang. Then there was Qian Duole. Liu Yiyi crawled forward, her injured legs leaving long trails of blood behind her. Finally reaching Qian Duole, she continued to whip him with the stick. He had tried to assault her; if it weren't for him, Zhao Qiang wouldn't be dead! This scourge, she would kill him!
Poor Qian Duole was still breathing, but after being hit a few times with the wooden stick, the blood in his abdomen flowed even faster. Finally, Qian Duole kicked his leg and died completely. As for Zhang Chunjiang, he was already dead. There were three corpses on the ground, and blood was everywhere. The smell of blood permeated the air, even overpowering the smoke rising upstairs.
Liu Yiyi threw away the wooden planks. She decided to hold Zhao Qiang's body and wait for the fire to rise, then cremate her and Zhao Qiang together. The sudden change shattered Liu Yiyi's will to live. Now she was only acting on her feelings. She hated Zhang Chunjiang and Qian Duole, so she went to beat them. She felt deep guilt for Zhao Qiang's death, so she decided to accompany him to be buried alive.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in the corner, and the laptop that had fallen to the ground floated in mid-air like a ghost. Liu Yiyi was startled and fell backward. A layer of white mist had appeared around her, enveloping Zhao Qiang. Under Liu Yiyi's gaze, Zhao Qiang's body lifted off the ground. Liu Yiyi was so surprised that she couldn't speak. She thought she had encountered a ghost and instinctively shrank back to the wall, covering her breasts with her hands and curling up like a shrimp.
Liu Yiyi saw the steel pipe stuck in Zhao Qiang's forehead being slowly pulled out by an invisible hand, and then it was thrown to the ground with a clatter. At this moment, Zhao Qiang's body began to spin. She didn't know what was strange about this layer of white mist. Instead of blood or brain matter spurting out of his head after the steel pipe was pulled out, a white mist ball entered Zhao Qiang's head from the wound in the steel pipe. Liu Yiyi couldn't figure it out, but she suddenly had a strong feeling that there was hope for Zhao Qiang!
Spinning, then a dizzying, disorienting spin. Liu Yiyi's eyes glazed over, so she looked away. Closest to her was Zhang Chunjiang's lifeless corpse. Further away, she saw Qian Duole, his hands clutching his abdominal wound, also lifeless, spitting out a large puddle of blood. "Ugh!" Liu Yiyi vomited. Her chest heaved violently, and her stomach convulsed, bringing up bile.
With a crash, the laptop that had been suspended in mid-air fell to the ground. Zhao Qiang's body was still spinning in mid-air, but the speed gradually slowed down until it finally came to a stop. Then the white mist disappeared, and Zhao Qiang fell to the ground with a thud. Liu Yiyi didn't know what had happened, but she couldn't bear to see Zhao Qiang's body being thrown to the ground after he died. She tried her best to support herself on the ground and crawled toward Zhao Qiang.
Suddenly Zhao Qiang's body moved. Liu Yiyi thought she was seeing things. She had indeed been dizzy from watching his spinning body. Liu Yiyi rubbed her eyes hard. The brightest emergency light nearby shone brightly to help Liu Yiyi see the situation clearly. It wasn't Zhao Qiang's body that moved, but his forehead. To be specific, it was the wound on his forehead from the steel pipe that had pierced it!
Liu Yiyi finally crawled to Zhao Qiang's side. She didn't dare to touch him easily. The strange things that had just happened gave her a glimmer of hope. Liu Yiyi lowered her head and observed carefully. This time she finally saw clearly that the wound on Zhao Qiang's forehead was indeed moving. It looked like there were worms wriggling on it. These worms intertwined and extended, eventually healing the wound on Zhao Qiang's forehead, making it as smooth as if it had never been pierced by a steel pipe!
Liu Yiyi couldn't believe her eyes, but her eyelids were practically rubbing themselves raw. She could only reach out a finger to confirm whether the wound had truly disappeared or if she was hallucinating. So Liu Yiyi touched the original wound on Zhao Qiang's forehead with her index finger. It was hard, not like a punctured skull. What was going on? Had Zhao Qiang's wound really disappeared? But how could that be? This didn't fit into the world Liu Yiyi had known for the past twenty-nine years!
Liu Yiyi increased the pressure with her index finger and carefully touched Zhao Qiang's forehead. There wasn't a single crack. However, the bloodstains on his hair told Liu Yiyi that Zhao Qiang had indeed been injured before, but he had now fully recovered!
Liu Yiyi supported herself with one hand on the ground and stroked Zhao Qiang's forehead with the other, her upper body almost pressed against his face. Because the current situation was too tense, and because Liu Yiyi thought Zhao Qiang was dead, she did not shy away from touching his forehead. She found nothing wrong with it. Then Liu Yiyi wanted to listen to Zhao Qiang's heartbeat, but before she could move, she suddenly felt a warm breath on her chest, right between her breasts!
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Volume 2 [110] The Resurrection of the Corpse
In the last second before his death, Zhao Qiang had two thoughts. One was regret; he felt sorry for Xiao Wei, leaving her alone in the laptop. The other thought, however, was no regret. He had killed Zhang Chunjiang, and Qian Duole was probably more likely to die than escape. This was equivalent to getting revenge for half of the crime, which was much better than going to the underworld without getting revenge.
When Zhao Qiang regained his senses, he smelled a faint fragrance and felt two warm, soft flesh against his face. Was this the underworld? Zhao Qiang was a little confused. It felt like a woman's breasts. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch them. The sensation was so strong.
"Ah!" A sudden scream startled Zhao Qiang, making him sit up abruptly. Then another scream rang out, "It's come back to life!"
Zhao Qiang took a closer look and exclaimed, "Holy crap, isn't that Liu Yiyi? I was just pinching her breasts!"
Suddenly, Liu Yiyi was groped in the chest, which terrified her. She rolled away and ran to the side. Then she saw Zhao Qiang sit up abruptly. Horror movies she had watched in the past flashed through her mind as if playing on repeat. In fear, Liu Yiyi grabbed a wooden stick and lashed it at Zhao Qiang.
Zhao Qiang hadn't expected Liu Yiyi to be so ruthless. Just because he pinched her breast, she wanted to kill him. In the end, it was his fault. He had groped her breasts for no reason. Wasn't that blatant molestation? But why did Liu Yiyi put her breasts on his face? Wasn't that obviously seduction? What man could resist that?
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I apologize. I didn't know you would put that thing on my face. I just couldn't control myself."
Liu Yiyi's hand froze. "W-who are you?"
Zhao Qiang was also stunned at first, then looked around. Zhang Chunjiang and Qian Duole were already dead, their deaths extremely gruesome. If the two of them were dead, then who killed Liu Yiyi? Now she didn't even know who she was. Could it be that she was no longer Liu Yiyi after she went to the underworld? At this moment, Zhao Qiang still thought he was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have thought this way.
"And who are you?" Zhao Qiang asked Liu Yiyi in return.
Liu Yiyi was also confused. She thought that this really wasn't Zhao Qiang; another soul must have possessed Zhao Qiang's body, otherwise how could Zhao Qiang not recognize her? Liu Yiyi said, "My name is Liu Yiyi. Why are you in Zhao Qiang's body?"
Zhao Qiang exclaimed, "Ah! If you're Liu Yiyi, why did you hit me? I risked my life to save you, so I deserve some credit, right? I just accidentally pinched you, and that was because you were too close to me. You're saying I'm possessing Zhao Qiang's body? What a joke! I am Zhao Qiang. But how did you die? Was it that bastard Zhang Lingfeng who killed you?"
"Ah!" This time it was Liu Yiyi's turn to be surprised. The emergency lights were flickering, and there were two corpses lying on the ground. Flames were raging outside, and the scene was extremely eerie and terrifying. Was she dead? Had she gone to hell? Liu Yiyi suddenly felt cold all over. She hugged her chest and rolled towards the corner of the wall, her heart pounding wildly.
Zhao Qiang didn't have time to talk to Liu Yiyi about anything else. He immediately spotted the laptop in the corner. He braced himself on the ground with both hands and swiftly moved to the laptop's side. The laptop screen was black. Zhao Qiang pressed the power button, but there was no response. Zhao Qiang panicked. Xiao Wei couldn't possibly have left it without power. It had always been with him 24/7. Even if it had been dropped, it couldn't have been damaged, right?
"Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei, where are you? Turn on your computer quickly! Don't scare your brother!" Zhao Qiang frantically pounded on his laptop, his concern and worry impossible to fake, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Liu Yiyi slowly moved closer. She had figured things out. Zhao Qiang wasn't dead, but he probably thought he was dead and treated her as dead too, which caused the misunderstanding between the two of them. As for the groping, it was entirely because she wasn't paying attention and was too close to Zhao Qiang when she was checking his injuries. It had nothing to do with Zhao Qiang.
"Zhao Qiang," Liu Yiyi called out from afar, afraid that Zhao Qiang might go crazy and do something to her, "Zhao Qiang, calm down, you're not dead, your wounds suddenly disappeared, please calm down."
Zhao Qiang turned around abruptly: "This...this isn't hell?"
Liu Yiyi nodded solemnly: "No, let me tell you slowly. After you killed Zhang Chunjiang, this was still stuck in your head." As she spoke, Liu Yiyi pointed to the steel pipe on the ground that was still stained with blood.
Zhao Qiang remembered these things. He nodded, and Liu Yiyi said, "But then something very strange happened. First, your notebook flew into the air by itself, and then a cloud of white mist appeared, enveloping your body. The steel pipe that killed you pulled out by itself. The wound was thick and deep, but it didn't bleed. I also saw a thick cloud of white mist fly into your head through the wound. Then your body spun around in the air, and finally stopped and landed. Then your wound disappeared. I was very curious, so I leaned down to observe your condition. Then you woke up."
Xiao Wei must have saved him! But where is Xiao Wei? Zhao Qiang's tears streamed down his face onto the laptop. He felt a strong sense of unease, but there was no external power source. Zhao Qiang could only silently put the laptop back into his bag and carefully sling it around his waist. He glanced at the corpses on the ground, and another question arose in front of him. He had killed two people. After the thrill of revenge came worry.
Boom! An explosion occurred on the side of the hall near the window. It turned out that the fire had been driven up by the wind. The place was under renovation, and there were piles of flammable materials inside. It looked like it would soon become a sea of fire. Zhao Qiang moved a lot of wood in the hall and threw it next to Qian Duole and Zhang Chunjiang. Fearing that it might not ignite, he also poured several buckets of paint. Finally, he lit it with a lighter. As for whether the wounds on the bodies would be discovered, Zhao Qiang didn't care. He could deal with that later.
There wasn't even a tablecloth left to cover her. Liu Yiyi, trembling with her arms crossed, watched Zhao Qiang finish everything. The tablecloth she had used before was as cold as ice, so Liu Yiyi naturally dared not wear it again. Zhao Qiang found a work uniform covered in paint and sawdust in the lobby, and Liu Yiyi felt a little better after putting it on. Then Zhao Qiang carried her on his back again, and the two quickly arrived at the demolished stairwell. Zhao Qiang no longer cared about anything in front of Liu Yiyi and directly used the abnormal screwdriver to pull the two of them up. For some reason, when he pulled one person before, Zhao Qiang felt a sharp pain in his head and a tendency to lose control of the screwdriver, but this time it was much easier.
Liu Yiyi had witnessed many strange things happening to Zhao Qiang, so she wasn't so curious about a screwdriver that could change shape and extend naturally. She hugged Zhao Qiang's neck tightly, pressed her face against his back, and of course, didn't care about the intimate contact between her chest and Zhao Qiang's body. After so many things had happened, Liu Yiyi's thinking had changed a lot.
Twenty-nine floors, thirtieth floors, thirty-one floors… Finally, Zhao Qiang successfully carried Liu Yiyi to the rooftop. The wind was biting cold! Snowflakes were flying! The snow had intensified, and thick smoke billowed, enveloping half of Donghai City. Fire trucks converged from all directions, and all the leaders of the municipal party committee and government were mobilized. However, the darkness and snowstorm brought great difficulties to the firefighting and rescue work, and so far, no feasible plan had been devised.
Sure enough, there were other people on the roof. Zhao Qiang carried Liu Yiyi on his back and ran over. These people were hiding behind a pile of empty cardboard boxes to avoid the wind. "Class monitor, Luo Xiaowei! Are you here?" The wind was strong and it was dark behind the empty cardboard boxes, so Zhao Qiang could only shout.
No one answered. Zhao Qiang's heart sank. There were more than a dozen survivors, half of whom were women. Most of them were wearing work clothes and were obviously staff members. They must be familiar with the roads here. There must be other routes besides the stairs that Zhao Qiang climbed, but Zhao Qiang and the others just didn't know them.
Actually, there was almost no one above the 18th floor. Firstly, there was renovation work going on up there, and secondly, some offices didn't work at night. This is why Zhao Qiang and his group hardly encountered anyone along the way.
“We don’t have anyone named Luo Xiaowei here, friend. Congratulations on escaping. As long as the building doesn’t collapse, we can wait for rescue here,” a woman in business attire said to Zhao Qiang. She seemed to be the highest-ranking person here and was probably in her thirties.
Zhao Qiang placed Liu Yiyi among a pile of cardboard boxes to keep her warm, and stuffed the notebook bag into Liu Yiyi's arms as well. Turning back, Zhao Qiang said to the woman in the business suit, "Sister, could you please take care of her for me? I need to go downstairs to find someone."
The female leader was somewhat surprised: "Going down there would be suicide. I just observed that the fire has already reached the 29th floor."
Liu Yiyi also held Zhao Qiang's hand. Although she didn't say anything, her intention was clear: she didn't want Zhao Qiang to take any more risks.
Zhao Qiang broke free from Liu Yiyi's hand and then re-entered the building, which was filled with thick smoke.
Volume 2 [Chapter 111] Who Will Save My Dad?
Fires were almost everywhere, and Zhao Qiang escaped several times thanks to his protective shirt. At the same time, he found that his judgment and predictive abilities seemed to have increased dramatically. Several times, he avoided being hit by falling burning debris thanks to his accurate estimations. Could it be that his brain was becoming sharper after dying once?
The fire on the side of the building facing away from the wind has weakened. Once the combustibles are burned out, the fire will naturally go out. As for whether the burned steel and cement will cause any problems, Zhao Qiang can't worry about that now. If the building collapses, he won't be able to escape even if he hides on the roof. So he still needs to find Xu Xiaoya and Luo Xiaowei.
Zhao Qiang was searching for Xu Xiaoya and Luo Xiaowei as he went down the building. Where were they now? Had they already perished?
Fortunately, the two girls are still safe and sound. They are on the 24th floor, near the window after the fire. There used to be several large gyms here, but now all the combustibles have burned out, and only the embers of the fire are still smoldering. Burnt and deformed objects are scattered on the ground. Although a lot of cold wind and snow are blowing in through the window, the temperature of the fire still feels warm. There are more than 30 survivors here, most of whom are people who left the banquet hall.
"What are those policemen doing? They haven't come up yet after all this time. What if the building collapses under their own weight? Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint against them!" a man shouted. Everyone looked like they were wearing black robes, and if they didn't speak, almost no one would recognize anyone else. Just from his tone, you could tell that this man had some status in society.
Xu Xiaoya and Luo Xiaowei huddled in the corner, not daring to speak loudly. The place was almost entirely filled with men, and they were afraid of being recognized and hurt. Xu Xiaoya had learned from past experience that although the two women were now black and had concealed their previous appearances, their fear of men could not be eliminated.
Luo Xiaowei said apologetically to Xu Xiaoya in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Xiaoya, I've dragged you into this."
Xu Xiaoya said generously, "It's nothing. If it were me, I would have come back to save your dad too. It's a pity we couldn't find him. Don't worry, I think he must have escaped with the crowd."
Luo Xiaowei nodded, but someone nearby overheard their conversation. He sneered, "Escape? The fire started down below. I bet the fire was at its fiercest when everyone was rushing downstairs to escape. Look out the window, there are still several floors burning down there. Anyone who went down then would have been killed."
Xu Xiaoya muttered, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Luo Xiaowei couldn't help but sob after hearing this person's analysis. One of the men couldn't help but turn around and curse, "Cry, what are you crying for? If you cry again, I'll throw you in the fire to roast! You filthy bitch, you're so damn annoying."
Are these the same people who were all dressed so smartly just a moment ago? Luo Xiaowei remembered this person's voice. It seemed that he had been humbly asking her for her business card in the banquet hall, saying that he would invite her to dinner to discuss business sometime. She didn't expect that his attitude would change so drastically in just a few tens of minutes.
"Damn it, does nobody know we're waiting for rescue here?" a man said, going to the fire scene to find a deformed iron chair. He picked it up, ready to throw it out the window to alert the fire trucks below to come and rescue people on that floor. The deformed chair was already out the window when the man suddenly pulled it back and threw it to the ground behind him, saying, "Hey, there's someone on the scaffolding down there. Wow, that's lucky. But that floor is still burning. This guy is probably going to die."
Upon hearing that there were others below who were even worse off than them, everyone disregarded the freezing cold and peered out of the windows. Even Xu Xiaoya and Luo Xiaowei couldn't resist. They didn't want to see others make a fool of themselves; they just hoped that the person would be someone they knew.
The protective netting on the scaffolding erected for the wall renovation outside the building had long since burned away, leaving only bare iron pipes, icy cold in the wind and snow. "Dad?" Xu Xiaoya suddenly screamed, startled. "Xiaowei, are you sure the person down there is your father?" Everyone's face was covered in soot, looking even more sinister than a fake, making it impossible to tell them apart.
Luo Xiaowei said, "It's him! I recognize him! Dad! Dad!" Luo Xiaowei desperately peered down and shouted. Her voice could still be faintly heard in the cold wind. The person looked up and saw that it was a man. His reaction was more intense. After seeing Luo Xiaowei, he grabbed the scaffolding with both hands and climbed up. "Xiaowei, is that you? Don't worry, Dad will come up and save you!"
Luo Xiaowei turned around and hugged Xu Xiaoya, shouting, "My dad's alright! My dad's alright!"
A man next to him said, "You'd better save your breath. The fire on that floor is still raging. If the police don't come up, he'll freeze to death on the scaffolding. Besides, it's been burning for so long, look how loose the scaffolding is." As he spoke, the man reached out and shook the iron pipes outside the window. Sure enough, they were all flimsy and looked like they were about to collapse.
Luo Xiaowei grabbed the man's arm and said, "Don't shake me. Let my dad climb up. It's safe here. Once he climbs up, everything will be fine."
The man peered down and shook his head, saying, "It's not easy to climb. In one section, the scaffolding is more than two meters apart. Unless he can jump up and grab the iron pipes above, he'll just be waiting to die down there."
Luo Xiaowei's face turned deathly pale. "No way! Don't curse people."
The man sighed and left the window. The cold wind stung his face; it would be much more comfortable to warm himself by the fire.
Sure enough, Luo Wanfeng below encountered trouble. Above him was a two-and-a-half-meter-long open area. He either had to climb up the straight iron pipe like a tree, or he had to leap up and grab the horizontal iron pipe more than two and a half meters high to hoist himself up. Otherwise, climbing to this level would be extremely difficult.
Whoosh! A section of scaffolding collapsed in the distance, causing the scaffolding here to sway as well. Luo Wanfeng swayed several times, almost falling off the scaffolding, and barely managed to regain his balance. Seeing this, Luo Xiaowei raised her leg to climb out the window, but Xu Xiaoya grabbed her and said, "Xiaowei, what are you doing!"
Luo Xiaowei cried and said, "I have to go save my dad. He's in danger. Don't stop me."
Xu Xiaoya said, "Are you crazy? Can you even get down there? You'll fall before you can even save your dad. Besides, what if you accelerate the collapse of the scaffolding while you're climbing down? Then you'll be the one who harms your dad!"
Luo Xiaowei struggled and said, "Leave me alone. I won't live if my dad dies. Am I supposed to just watch him fall if I don't save him?"
Xu Xiaoya knew perfectly well that she and Luo Xiaowei had absolutely no chance of saving Luo Wanfeng. The scaffolding was slippery and cold, and neither she nor Luo Xiaowei had any experience in this area. They would probably fall before they even reached Luo Wanfeng's head. Xu Xiaoya couldn't bear to let Luo Xiaowei watch her father perish. Glancing at the thirty-odd men in the room, Xu Xiaoya suddenly knelt down. "Brothers, please help save her father, I beg you..."
Luo Xiaowei also realized that saving people was something that two frail girls like her couldn't do, so she knelt down after Xu Xiaoya, pleading, "Please, everyone, save my father..."
No one spoke. The scaffolding swayed precariously in the cold wind, and it was very slippery due to the snow. Go down to rescue people? They weren't that noble. They wanted to save themselves first; their own lives weren't even guaranteed right now.
"Ah..." A sudden exclamation came from below. Luo Xiaowei jumped up and peered out the window. Oh no! Her father, Luo Wanfeng, was too anxious. He had tried to climb up the vertical iron pipe, but it was slippery. Instead of climbing up, he had fallen another level, causing the surrounding scaffolding to shake. Several of the supporting iron pipes had broken. Luo Wanfeng's situation was critical, but even then, he shouted loudly to his daughter above, "Xiaowei, you mustn't come down! Dad's alright, I'll come up and save you! Stay there, don't move!"
Knowing she was absolutely incapable of being saved, Luo Xiaowei panicked. She turned around and yanked open her clothes—she was still wearing her business attire underneath—just to show everyone, "I'll do anything you want to save my father. I'm very beautiful, really. I'm willing to be your mistress or your concubine!"
Xu Xiaoya covered Luo Xiaowei's mouth with her hand: "Are you crazy!"
Luo Xiaowei flung Xu Xiaoya away, pleading, "I'll do anything, please, save my dad!"
In the end, Luo Xiaowei burst into tears, her heart pounding with anxiety! But the thirty-odd men remained unmoved. They weren't stupid. Putting aside their ability to save her, if they recklessly fell, they'd be smashed to pieces. In that case, forget about a beautiful woman; even a city of gold wouldn't be their blessing.
"I'll go." A deep voice suddenly came from behind.
Luo Xiaowei exclaimed with delight, "Okay, as long as you saved my father, I'll do anything you ask me to do from now on!"
Xu Xiaoya exclaimed, "Zhao Qiang?"
Volume 2 [112] He actually has this ability?
Hearing someone behind him accept the mission, the male survivors made way for him. Zhao Qiang walked over, his thighs bare and wearing only a shirt. He was covered in black ash, almost unrecognizable, but his voice was still the same, only now it had a deeper, more steady quality. Even his steps were much more deliberate. Amidst the crowd's welcoming presence, he really had a 'show-off' vibe.
"Zhao Qiang!" Xu Xiaoya rushed over and hugged him tightly in surprise. The reunion after surviving life and death made her forget the reserve a girl should have.
Zhao Qiang patted Xu Xiaoya on the back: "Why are you two so disobedient? Why don't you go to the roof?"
Xu Xiaoya said, "Xiaowei said she was coming back to save her father, and I was afraid something might happen to her, so I came along."
Luo Xiaowei was initially terrified, but then she remembered that her father was still in the banquet hall on the 18th floor. So, despite Xu Xiaoya's advice, she insisted on going down to find her father. However, she was blocked by the fire before she could return to the 18th floor.
Luo Xiaowei stood up from the ground, and Zhao Qiang patted her on the shoulder: "Don't cry, I'll go down and save your dad." Without wasting any more time, Zhao Qiang flipped over and jumped out of the window. His sudden movement startled the male survivors. Xu Xiaoya also thought that Zhao Qiang was thinking of jumping off the building, and she and Luo Xiaowei rushed to the window to look down. They saw Zhao Qiang moving nimbly between the scaffolding like a monkey, always landing steadily on the iron pipes. In less than half a minute, he was back in the spot where Luo Wanfeng had been.