The streets were teeming with traffic, veiled under a curtain of rain. Tires rolled over the wet asphalt, emitting a long, drawn-out "hiss". At the entrance of the Noah Building’s ground floor, a mysterious figure in a black hoodie stood quietly in the rain. He tilted his head back, as if measuring this colossal structure, nearly three hundred meters tall, with his gaze. A few seconds later, he took off his soaked jacket and casually tossed it on the ground. It revealed a black combat suit clinging to his body, outlining a solid and sleek muscular frame. The figure looked like a very strong man. He twisted his neck, then clasped his hands into fists, slowly stretching his shoulders and chest backward, seemingly warming up. The next second after the warm-up, his body suddenly leaned forward. He took a few steps for a run-up, pushing off the smooth marble surface at the entrance with his toes. The whole person shot upwards like a cannonball, bouncing nearly ten meters high. His body drew a nimble arc in mid-air, his fingers precisely grasping the decorative crossbeam above the third-floor window. Soon, the figure was hanging with both feet off the ground, steadily adhered to the outer wall. He lifted his head, gazing once more at the building’s summit. This was already the apex of the podium level. Above there lay the nearly vertical and smooth main structure of the building. Rainwater flowed down relentlessly along the glass façade. It quickly soaked through his newly exposed black combat suit once more. "Could it be... he wants to bypass the security measures below and sneak into the building from the third floor?" Gao Jin stood on the roof terrace opposite, fixated on the man with unusual actions. He was predicting the opponent’s next move in his mind. The suspended body swung forcefully, legs kicking hard through the window glass. Then, twisting his waist and abdomen, he could nimbly slip into the room behind the outer wall like a monkey. However, the figure did not follow Gao Jin’s "script". What happened next was even more astonishing. He exerted strength in his arms, his dangling legs retracting and kicking. Like doing pull-ups, his arm muscles and core power erupted with terrifying strength, pulling his body up forcefully. In the absence of floor support, he leaped upward unexpectedly. Whoosh, he shot over three meters high, landing directly on the main floors covered by the glass curtain wall. As his body soared in the air, about to descend, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers grasping onto the smooth glass façade with the strength of a claw. Gao Jin’s gaze flickered, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What exactly does he intend to do?" The rain-soaked glass surface was so slippery, evidently unable to provide enough support points. But at the moment his fingertips touched the glass, a violent friction seemed to generate, causing a momentary stagnation in his upward-moving body. At the precipice of slipping within a fraction of a second, his right hand exerted force again. The next second, rather than descending, his body rose, surging upwards along the glass façade more than half a meter. Seeing this, Gao Jin’s eyebrows twitched, instantly comprehending his intent. He wasn’t preparing to combat the gravitational slide but using the overwhelming friction as a pivot for upward movement. Latest content publıshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Following up, his left hand advanced, mimicking the technique, clutching a protrusion on the façade, pulling his body up, and leaping higher. Each grasp and exertion was like performing pull-ups on a vertical plane. He actually intended to climb up along the glass wall surface in this manner! In the wet, rainy night, free-climbing a skyscraper. This would be seen as sheer suicide by any extreme climbing expert. Not to mention the restricted vision at night which makes support positions hard to discern. Modern skyscrapers are mostly unitized glass curtain wall structures, their surfaces smooth as mirrors, rainwater forming a deadly layer of water film on it. The only leverage was the vertical mullions and horizontal transoms dividing the floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with metal trim. Their edges are less than a centimeter wide and equally slippery. This is a near-impossible test for the climber’s finger strength, core power, balance, and psychological states. Yet, these physical realities seemed entirely void in front of that figure. He continued unfazed, ignoring all obstacles. It could even be said, his action wasn’t "climbing" per se, but more like an anti-gravity vertical sprint. The figure’s hands alternated upwards, five fingers acting like steel-made eagle talons. Every reach found the most stable support point on the smooth, wet metal window frames. His body clung closely to the wall, muscles contracting and bursting in a rhythmic tempo. Like a wall-crawling gecko, with an incredible speed, he ascended along the vertical axis of the building. This wasn’t crawling; it was leaping, as if he were on flat ground! Gao Jin’s pupils contracted, his breath unknowingly halted. He watched intently as that dark figure coursed up into the neon-daubed city night sky, like a black lightning bolt defying the current, leaving the mundane world and its bustling traffic far beneath. Not far from the intersection, a taxi waited for the red light. A girl in the backseat inadvertently lifted her head, gazing into the blurred night sky outside the window. She seemed to see something, rubbed her eyes, and took a closer look again. On the curtain wall of a pitch-black skyscraper, it seemed... there was a figure moving?