The Art of Killing

This was the sixth floor, about twenty meters above the ground.

Howard wasn't planning on jumping straight down; instead, using the momentum from holding onto the windowsill, he stabilized his body on the fifth floor's ledge before continuing his descent.

Eventually, he jumped directly from the fourth floor to the ground.

At this height, even the limit of human physical ability would be unharmed.

Sure enough, Howard's legs landed steadily on the ground, feeling just like a normal long jump.

"Ah!"

At this moment, cries of zombies and the girl's heart-wrenching screams came from the building.

The screaming girl, full of despair, had wanted to make Howard feel her despair before she died, thinking it would bring her a sense of pleasure as there was no other way for her to seek revenge.

But in the end, she only harmed herself!

Her gaze became even more despairing, with a hint of anger.