Boom!
The entire 58th floor collapsed in an instant, and Igula's voice on the 57th floor was drowned out by the roaring of steel and rubble.
Although there was chaos above, Ash's gaze was firmly captured by the pile of debris that was heaving.
Suddenly his sleeve was tugged, and when he looked down, he saw his daughter with a troubled expression, her big eyes blurred with tears.
"Don't, don't go," Diya managed to get out a few words, "you can't win..."
"At this time, all you need to say is 'Thank you, brother Ash,'" Ash reached out to wipe the tear stains from her face, but only smeared her face dirtier, making her look like a little flower cat: "And we can't run now, if I don't go, do you?"
A smile appeared on Ash's lips as he knelt down to gently touch the back of Diya's head: "Don't worry, I am the number one on the 'Art Ranking,' and Hanna hasn't painted for me yet."
