Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

Thirty Second Punishment

Beyond Joshua's limited vision, Benjamin had landed in the building's courtyard with remarkable ease, devoid of any injuries.

Benjamin let out a soft sigh while expressing, "Well, this is a tad more painful than I had envisioned."

To emerge unscathed during his free fall from the third floor of the building, Benjamin amassed a substantial amount of Qi energy on the soles of his feet and calves to mitigate the impact.

Nevertheless, even with his anticipation, the residual effect of the resulting pain lingered, though extremely minor.

Thinking that he merely needed to acclimate to this sensation, Benjamin lifted his gaze towards the crowd of people outside the building gate.

Among them, he discerned small flames emanating from dozens of Molotov cocktails.

With mere seconds ticking away, the imminent danger loomed larger—gasoline-filled glass bottles, poised to be hurled, threatened to unleash a devastating inferno upon the distinguished Platinum Estate Co. building and all its occupants