Unrestrained

Wenren De watched with great interest. The people inside seemed to possess immortal bodies.

Bullets struck them without drawing even a drop of blood, only making them cry out in pain.

It seemed this was the benefit that Demon had granted these administrators... In this world, perhaps no one could harm them.

More than half an hour later, the Conference Room finally settled down.

The dozen or so attendees were panting heavily, aching all over.

"Alright, have you vented enough? If not, I'll give you another ten minutes. If handguns aren't exciting enough, I'll bring in a batch of Rocket Launchers next time." Zhang Conglin rapped on the table.

During the gunfight just now, he had not taken part. He had merely watched coldly.

Nor had anyone dared shoot at him.

Wenren De knew that this fellow certainly held a higher status.

Perhaps he controlled the power of allocation? "Team Leader Zhang, I'm sorry." The woman who had been looking in the mirror earlier lowered her head in apology.

"Sorry, Team Leader Zhang."

"The pressure's been a little too much. Sorry, Team Leader Zhang."

Everyone began apologizing.

"Alright, I know everyone is under a lot of pressure. Every day, you're treading on thin ice, never knowing when poor performance will turn you into expendable cannon fodder." After reprimanding them, Zhang Conglin offered them some comfort.

Everyone looked somewhat ashamed.

Seeing this, Wenren De suddenly understood that Han Xu had been wrong.

These people were not enjoying themselves. In fact, they knew what awaited them in the end.

As long as someone better came along to replace them, they would soon be reduced to cannon fodder.

Demon cared nothing for human sentiment, nor would it be bound by the business rules of human society.

If you did not perform well, you