Yan Huan backhanded the muscular young man charging at him, sending him flying. The commercial district representative beside him hurriedly pressed the red button.
"Out, out! Next!"
"Cough, cough... No, why?"
The muscular young man, who had been sent flying several meters away, awkwardly climbed back to his feet and questioned Yan Huan, the interviewer.
"Wasn't my assassin convincing enough?"
"You looked like an idiot!" Yan Huan slapped the table.
"Would an assassin come charging in screaming like that? And where was your weapon?"
"What era is this? You're still using your fists so primitively? Use a gun...!"
"Uh." Hearing that, the muscular young man felt that it actually made some sense.
"Sorry, Master. My skills were lacking."
He clasped his hands toward Yan Huan and stepped aside.
The third candidate was a pink-haired girl with crystalline pink-and-blue eyes.
"Yan Huan, I won't say much else. Just pass me already."
"?" Yan Huan narrowed his eyes at the girl before him.
"Who stands accused before the court?"
"Are you blind? It's me!" March 7th jumped up in front of the crowd.
"Hurry up. Since you're the interviewer, just let me pass already."
"Comrade, please don't try to pull strings in such a serious setting." Yan Huan waved his hand.
"Otherwise, what will the folks think of me, Yan Huan?"
"More importantly, how did you end up here?"
"Why can't I be here?" March 7th crossed her arms and muttered.
"Anyway, I'm bored out of my mind. I need money, so give me this job."
"?" Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.
"Didn't you inherit the Fleeting Starlight?!"
"With such a huge airship, isn't there enough up there for you to mess around with?"
"You could just set up a few paid attractions, run some ads, and rake in ticket money!"
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