The air in the room seemed to gradually congeal. Every breath carried a heavy, icy pressure. The underground trading agent known as "Iron Hand" sat stiffly in his chair. On the wall beside him, a brightly colored promotional poster still displayed that tiny resistance movement in the lower levels of the Iron Nest, customized through votes by viewers from the upper levels. The ventilation system blew fresh air, yet it could not dispel the gloom in their hearts.
"Was Old Qiao the only one who contacted you?" Luo asked unhurriedly.
"...Only him," Iron Hand answered hesitantly, as though some invisible watcher were in the room. "And at first, I didn't know they were his people. I thought it was you..."
Luo interrupted him directly. "When did you first work together?"
Iron Hand leaned back in his chair. His expression struggled for a moment, but he still answered, "Terra Calendar, about four years ago."
Luo raised an eyebrow.
"So the first-stage Zolda Black Stone test data and the Rift Generator blueprints were leaked from you as well... That explains everything."
Iron Hand raised his head. He seemed to wrestle with something for a long while before suddenly making up his mind. "You... should leave this place. You're no longer his match. His people are everywhere on this planet now. You never should have come here..."
Luo only looked at him with an ambiguous smile, and Iron Hand felt a chill run through his heart.
"You're so concerned about persuading me to flee this place as quickly as possible, while secretly sending my movements to the upper levels of the Giant Wall... And you still want to play both sides? That must be exhausting."
Iron Hand's eyes widened at once.
Luo seemed not to care about his reaction. Her gaze passed over