8:54 PM, 6 minutes until the countdown to total annihilation.
Wei Guang received the final order. His sharply defined, somewhat handsome face showed no extra expression, but the hand pressing the communicator trembled slightly.
Eighteen years as a criminal detective had taught him to remain calm no matter how urgent the situation was, so he turned his head toward the other manager.
Huangfu Jiajia's youthful face, barely past twenty, carried a composure and calm far beyond her age, though her breathing was somewhat hurried.
This girl could be considered among the weakest managers of the Top Ten Branches, but the resilience in her heart was in no way inferior to that of an old detective like him.
Their gazes met for a second before both turned toward the employees, each wearing a different expression.
Among these ten people were Luo Tian from Branch No. 1 and Zhang Xiaoping from Branch No. 10. One was senior, one junior, yet the contrast between their emotions was startling.
The "Luo Tian" from the Special Project in the Building of Lies had been mature in every respect, but the real Luo Tian was now crying uncontrollably, his body shaking like a sieve.
As an ordinary member of the universally despised Branch No. 10, Zhang Xiaoping merely held his phone and rapidly typed out a text message with complete focus, as though explaining something to someone.
Huangfu Jiajia felt little emotional turbulence as she looked at their faces.
Two of her three employees were already dead. Even Chen Jie had died at Fourteen Wooden Horses, just as that woman, who had refused to accept her until death, had said in her final words—"Once I die, Branch No. 8 is finished too."
Now, Branch No. 8 had only 23 gold coins left. Even if she was