At this moment, Binder also noticed that Waldo had disappeared from his original position. He couldn’t help but be taken aback. Just a moment ago, he was still immersed in the shock of Waldo killing Blake.

And in just an instant, Waldo had vanished again. It’s incredible—Waldo’s mastery of supernatural abilities is simply unparalleled! Teleportation, this skill is truly extraordinary!

Binder couldn’t help but exclaim, "If I had this ability, wouldn’t I be invincible?"

Laughter erupted from the barrage: "Hey, are you daydreaming, streamer? Are you living in your own world?!"

"Streamer, wake up! Are you at the scene or are we?"

The barrage viewers couldn’t resist teasing Binder.

Binder felt a bit embarrassed. "Hey, did any of you see where Waldo went? I was careless and didn’t notice where he went!"

Suddenly, he realized a very serious problem. He had lost track of Waldo’s whereabouts.

"Damn it, streamer, what are you doing? Are you on the scene or are we? How can you dare to ask us where Waldo went?"

"Do us a favor and donate your eyes. You’re wasting our feelings. How can you have the nerve to ask us where Waldo went? Can you really face yourself? I can’t!"

"Streamer, you’re really a weirdo. If you don’t become a comedian, it would be a waste of talent. You’re ridiculous!"

Binder’s face changed slightly. He finally recognized how grave the situation was.

Apparently, he had no idea where Waldo had gone. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Damn, what are you doing? Are you in your right mind, streamer? With the brains you’ve got, you’re afraid you’re living in a dream?"

"You’re still thinking of having the teleportation ability? Are you kidding me? You’re probably living in a dream!"

"Streamer, wake up! What are you doing? Are you sleeping or are we? How dare you ask us?!?"

The barrage continued with its intense mockery.

Binder had a feeling of dumbfoundedness. He hadn’t expected that just a moment ago he was being seen as a bit foolish, a little slow in the head. Now, in less than half a moment, he was putting on an act.

Desperately trying to gain sympathy and support, he sounded pitiful. "Brothers, I’m really tired right now. I’m afraid I can’t keep up with Waldo’s pace. You all know that my two legs are no match for Waldo’s. Climbing up and down—my body just can’t take it. Brothers, let me catch my breath!"

Then his face changed slightly again, a glint of cunning in his eyes. "Of course, if I could get the strong support of my brothers, that would be the best!"

Binder’s face took on a sly expression.

The barrage fell silent. All these people wanted to give him a good slap.

This guy, trying to gain sympathy while actually looking for profit. What he said was almost exactly like what someone had said hours before, when that person had been greedily taking advantage of many.

Now, that person had been killed by Waldo.

Someone dryly remarked, "Streamer, I advise you to stop while you’re ahead. Don’t be too greedy. Desires are endless, and you won’t be able to control them!"

"Do you even know what you’re streaming? People die because of greed. Maybe the next one Waldo clears out will be you!"

Binder felt awkward.

He hadn’t expected that trying to appear pathetic would earn him such ridicule from the barrage.

Had he provoked their anger?

Binder forced a smile. "Brothers, I’m just speaking the truth. I’m really tired. Imagine yourself climbing up dozens of floors of a skyscraper. Can you not get tired? It’s too much for me!"

But despite saying that, he didn’t dare linger. He was afraid of getting flamed by the barrage.

In no time, he had descended the building.

Then, he went to the building where Waldo was chasing Tommy.

But at the bottom of the building, he hesitated for a moment.

He was deciding whether to enter the building and do a live broadcast on the spot.

However, in the end, he gave up.

"Brothers, let’s not go in. I’m afraid we won’t be able to find a trace of them if we go in. Let’s just wait here for good news!"

This time, the barrage’s comments became friendlier.

Many people said they understood.

Some praised Binder for finally using his head properly and not going into the building like a fool.

"You’ve finally got some brains. If you’d really gone in, it would have proven that you’re not very bright."

"Haha, that’s right! You’ve got it! Going into the building, who knows if Tommy would have taken you hostage."

The barrage was in a cheerful mood.

At that moment, someone seemed to reward Binder for his cleverness and wit by sending him experience points.

However, just as he was being complimented, an explosion echoed from inside the building.

Flames shot out from various windows.

Several floors were engulfed in flames in an instant.

"How is this possible?"

An unbelievable voice sounded.

But it was quickly drowned out by the subsequent scream.

"Ah!"

A charred figure was ejected from a window.

His clothes were nearly burnt to ashes.

Parts of his skin were charred, and steam was rising from his body.

Then, defying gravity, he fell from midair.

Thud!

He created a crater upon impact with the ground.

Afterward, a figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the building. The figure coldly glanced downward at the charred corpse on the ground.

Then, without a word, the figure vanished again.

The next moment, he appeared directly beneath the building.

Waldo didn’t even spare Binder a glance. He used his ability, Teleportation, once again, disappearing from his original spot and reappearing several dozen meters away.

In just a few moves, he vanished from Binder’s line of sight.

"Damn, was that the person who fell from the building? Was that Tommy?"

"It must be. Waldo is incredible. Killing with such ease—just a moment, and it’s done."

"Admire, admire, truly the strongest survivor!"

The barrage was full of astonishment.