I Really Don't Know How to Do Tricks.

"How many times do you want me to say this? I only know tricks... I really don't know tricks!" Lu Jiu rested on the roof of a 130-story building with one hand, and held a passenger plane that almost hit his head with the other hand. He lowered his head from the clouds and made a sound like rolling thunder. At his feet, a group of ant-like tricksters sat slumped in the square in front of the building with pale faces, looking up at the giant covering the sky, their lips trembling: "No... We don't believe it!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.