“Uwaaaaaaaah?!” Jo Sang-Pil screamed.

Two of the four wires supporting the tray from its corners were now severed, causing it to suddenly swing away from the building's side. Getting blown around by gusts of winds two hundred meters up in the air without a place to stabilize oneself… It would be pretty easy to imagine Jo Sang-Pil's level of terror right about now.

“Uwaaah?! Uwaaaahk! F*ck! What is going on?! What the f*ck?!”

Kang Jin-Ho grabbed Jo Sang-Pil's shoulder.

“W-what now?! What?!”

“Calm down, senior.”

“...Argh, bloody hell!” Jo Sang-Pil managed to sober up a bit, although his pride was responsible for it rather than his judgment. A newbie riding on a tray for the first time in his life somehow maintained his cool, so Jo Sang-Pil's pride as a veteran didn't allow him to freak out like some little kid. He sucked in several deep breaths and with his complexion still deathly pale, he quickly looked up.

'Right, we're still okay. For now.'

A single supporting wire could withstand a load of over one ton. Even if all the weight of Kang Jin-Ho, Jo Sang-Pil, the tray, and the cleaning tools were combined, it wouldn’t go over half a ton. In other words, a lone supporting wire would be enough to keep them alive.

“...Talking is cheap, though!!!”

However, who could stay level-headed when stuck in a situation like this?! Especially when the tray was rocking and blowing...

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