Liu Yuqiang looked at the black hand clamped around his throat, cold sweat beading across his forehead.
He knew Guan Tong was not joking. If he said nothing, he would definitely die here.
Die here?
Liu Yuqiang had always refused to admit defeat. From the moment Rule One began, when he chose to trade his secretary's life for his own chance at survival, that had been clear.
But as time passed, especially after arriving at this base, he increasingly felt that living on like this... did not seem to hold much joy anymore.
There were forty-nine rules, and barely one-fifth had passed, yet the world had already become this hellish. After another fifth passed, after all the rules ended, would humanity truly still exist?
Five seconds passed quickly. Liu Yuqiang's entire spirit seemed to wither, and he sighed. "Do it. I have nothing to say."
Guan Tong was somewhat surprised. He had thought that even if Liu Yuqiang refused, he would do so with a firmer, more forceful attitude. That was also the tough-guy image he had always presented in public and before the cameras prior to the Apocalypse Rules.
But the Liu Yuqiang before him gave Guan Tong a stronger impression of despair. Despair toward this world, and toward himself.
The despair Liu Yuqiang revealed instead made Guan Tong feel that he might be able to get something out of him.
He did not strike. Instead, he said, "I know Boss Liu came from a poor family, right? You built Jule Technology from nothing and became something of a legend in the business world."
Everyone knew about Liu Yuqiang's past. That was because the authorities had often held him up as an example of a poor man rising to success, using him to inspire young people and tell them