No matter how many cries of shock and dismay erupted across every corner of the world, Ronan was determined to begin the experiment. He headed toward the shore, yet, quite unusually, the camera did not follow him.
The footage remained fixed on the area where Ronan had just been standing. Only a slightly raised mound of sand remained there—the residue from Ronan's earlier demonstration.
This was seriously unprofessional, but he did not need to say anything. Everyone understood!
Not just Shi Xinhe, who was so close by—even Paper Cut, thousands of kilometers away, wanted nothing more than to beat his chest in frustration, or simply reach through the projection and grab Ronan by the neck, forcing him to spill every last "example" from his belly.
And right at that moment, the video cut off... no, it ended.
"That's too much!" Paper Cut slapped at the projection, making the light in the display area flicker chaotically, but it did nothing.
Zhai Weiwu was practically about to pat his chest. "Uncle Paper Cut, don't get mad. Please, don't get mad!"
"Mad my ass. My heart's pumping ice shards right now..."
Amid the wailing, Paper Cut immediately called He Donglou back. "What happened? Where's the rest?"
He Donglou was startled, but quickly snapped back in an even louder voice, "Didn't your people already go over there?"
"I'm here!"
This brief message suddenly appeared in the group chat.
Almost simultaneously with that message, He Donglou cut off the call, but then sent over a directly recorded video. It was several dozen seconds behind the earlier transferred footage, and there did not seem to be anything useful in between. However, amid the somewhat distorted external audio came a chugging roar, along with an exceptionally piercing female shriek:
"Wait, do that again!"
Shi Xinhe was clearly