That tone, utterly out of place in the meeting room, instantly shattered the tense atmosphere. Everyone who had been staring at Zhuang Hong and Yi shifted their gazes toward the young man who had been asleep from beginning to end, yet had suddenly spoken up now.
But the moment they looked at him, everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Many who did not know his identity could not help but feel horrified.
They had originally assumed that his flamboyant yellowish-brown hair was dyed. After all, although conditions in the Apocalypse Era were harsh, hair dye left behind from the civilized age could still be found. But now, it seemed that was not the case.
Because his pupils were yellowish-brown as well, like polished amber!
Though there was still eye gunk clinging to the corners of his eyes...
Even in such a slovenly state, his extraordinary air and envy-inducing looks could not be concealed. If Chu Han had been here, he would definitely have cursed, "Pretty boy."
Upon seeing him, everyone instinctively had the same thought: A foreigner?
But they quickly dismissed that idea. Aside from his hair and pupils, which clearly differed from those of Chinese people, his other features and facial contours were unmistakably those of someone born in China.
Utterly strange!
Just who was this person?
The young man's words instantly drew everyone's attention, yet he himself acted as if nothing had happened. It was as though he did not know everyone was watching him, and instead, he immediately became interested in Zhuang Hong and Yi beside him.
Scratching at his bird's-nest hair, the young man curiously looked the two of them over. Then, with a crooked grin, he said in a flippant tone, "If you two want to fight, go outside. You're making this much noise while I'm