Only a set of bars separated Ji Li from the Withered Ghost, yet he smoked and spoke with perfect composure:
"Words alone prove nothing. I can demonstrate it for you."
With that, under everyone's expectant gaze, Ji Li drew a handgun without warning and fired at the wall of Cell 6.
Invisible gun smoke mingled with cigarette smoke above the cells. Shao Yong'an's scalp prickled in Cell 6. A fragment of stone had just flown past his ear, breaking him out in a cold sweat.
The deafening gunshot pushed everyone's nerves to the breaking point, leaving their minds utterly blank.
Then Ji Li said calmly:
"I'm a manager, the only one among you authorized to use firearms.
If I were that evil ghost, I could put six bullets through your foreheads whenever I pleased."
You're cheating! This is discrimination based on rank! Fuck!
The veins on Shao Yong'an's forehead throbbed. His face flushed scarlet, but he only dared to curse inwardly.
Apart from him, however, Ge Xing and the others completely laid their doubts about Ji Li's identity to rest.
There was no more convincing way to prove his innocence. A single shot was enough to silence every objection.
His cigarette was nearly burned down, and his three minutes were almost up.
Ji Li shifted his feet, preparing to retreat, but added one last thing:
"I focus on Special Projects, but I made little progress in the first forty minutes. That's also why the Withered Ghost only spent three seconds examining me.
Because after entering this assignment, I was completely clean.
So I suggest that, when your turns come, you explain in detail what you did before coming here. Think back carefully."
He had not said much in his defense. In fact, proving his own innocence had played only a