In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, An JingTian stared stiffly at Chu An.
Usually gentle and warm, Chu An always wore a smile, even though it was simulated. Yet at this moment, he seemed completely unfamiliar.
"I'm not... I just..."
Not knowing how to answer, Chu An's sudden questioning struck straight at his heart, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
The two stood facing each other.
Chu An's expression settled, as if that unfamiliar, icy attitude had merely been an illusion.
He raised a hand to stop An JingTian's explanation and calmly replied:
"There's no need to explain anything."
"It's perfectly normal for you—or rather, for all of you—to think this way."
"Lin An has performed too brilliantly, and our development during this period has indeed gone smoothly."
"Under a long period of peace, it's normal to develop this misconception."
"But everything that happened today was meant to tell you that there has never been lasting peace in this world. In the apocalypse, there is no such thing as comfort."
"All of it is merely an illusion. People will die. We will all die."
Faint silver light reflected beneath his transparent lenses. Judging by the scene, the explosions in the distance were almost over.
"Think carefully, An JingTian."
Chu An slowly turned around and looked straight into the distance once more:
"What if Lin An hadn't resolved the danger over there first this time?"
"What if the enemy that came was someone even Lin An couldn't deal with?"
"Who are we supposed to rely on? You, charging to your death on a burst of passion? Or all of you, dragging Lin An down?"
"Tell me."
"If the meaning of Dragon Security's existence is to be nothing more than a burden, requiring Lin An to step in and resolve