Interrogation (3/6)

Taking a deep breath, then letting it out, Li Yan's muscles instinctively tensed. It was an emergency response forged through thousands of life-and-death fights.

Fear stimulated his physical body. As a graduate of the Labor major, he could not precisely regulate the hormones in his body, so he could only rely on the prosthetic implanted in his hypothalamus to synthesize hormones and calm himself down.

In Break Room No. 27, everyone else's gazes converged on him. Though they appeared to be chatting nearby, they had already focused their attention here, waiting like hyenas for the moment he exposed a flaw.

After that, they would viciously seize his weakness, pull his intestines out through his asshole, and make him watch in agony as the others devoured him.

Don't panic. Don't run away.

Rising gracefully, Li Yan naturally stretched out his wrist, revealing the handmade mechanical watch he had bought on a 27,000 loan, previously hidden beneath his sleeve.

Taking a light sip of extract, he leaned against the edge of the table, displaying his 8,700 formal trousers, 4,200 all-natural painless-shed snakeskin belt, 13,000 handmade shoes made from naturally deceased leather, and casually straightened his 2,300 recycled tie.

It all had to look natural and graceful. He had to finish quickly while making sure everyone saw it, hinting to them that he was not wearing the same outfit as yesterday and that he tidied himself up after going home.

This display drove off some of their gazes. Clothes glowing with the radiance of money were symbols of strength, like the Dao Resonance of a Foundation Establishment master, telling everyone else that he was strong.

After making sure everyone had seen it, Li Yan smiled and said, "Nothing much. Reading, listening to music, working out a little—same as usual. What about you?"

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