Old Jack put on his gloves, stepped on Old Pao's shoulder, and with a coordinated effort, jumped up. Old Jack, agile as ever, clung to the top of the wall, then glanced around, crouched, and reached out his hand to pull his teammate up.
Afterwards, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, rubbing his aching arms, "Mate, I say you're way too heavy. You need to lose some weight!"
"Elder, isn't it because you've gotten old, too aged?" Old Pao couldn't help but complain, "I'm only 170 pounds."
"Shut up, 170 pounds isn't fat enough? I'm only 145 pounds." Old Jack snapped, and then nimbly flipped over and jumped into the courtyard.
Looking at the Insect Extermination Company's vans parked in the yard, Old Pao tried opening the van doors, but found them locked. He then went straight to the storage room door, tried to push it, but found it tightly locked as well.
And since they hadn't brought any calibrated tech tools, they could only rely on the most primitive methods.
