The room’s ascent accelerated again. Qi Xia pressed against the dark window and looked out. The room across from them was like an elevator with its cables cut, plunging relentlessly toward the flames.
A sour feeling settled in his chest. Was that another team over there? Four people too?
They might die without ever knowing why. Just as the opposite room was about to crash into the fire, its descent suddenly slowed. Qi Xia frowned; he knew they had thrown out all their stools as well.
It seemed they also had a strong one among them. Now the weights were nearly equal again; they might even return to where they started. Qi Xia thought for a moment, then immediately pulled off his shirt, rolled it up like a towel and threw it out through the dark window.
He turned to say something, only to find Qiao Jiajin had already stripped off his shirt.
“Take mine and throw it too!”