This Is Pretty Good

This Is Pretty Good

Chairman Qiu's sudden death plunged the press conference into dead silence. The reporters who had been ready to write a major scoop stared blankly at the puddle of blood on camera, their minds completely blank.

The most awkward ones were the cameramen.

One of their duties was to keep filming Chairman Qiu at all times, until he requested changes.

But he was dead now. Should they keep filming?

After hesitating for a moment, they dug out the contract they had signed and confirmed that it said nothing about what to do after the employer's death. They decided to continue following the previous orders.

Film!

The cameras started rolling and zoomed in on Chairman Qiu against the pipe wall.

Chairman Qiu's face was frozen in terror, his body twisted unnaturally like a dead mosquito slapped against a wall. He looked both ridiculous and bizarre.

He still clutched the Mystic Law: Sword tightly in his hand, its Sword Light continuing to flow and drift quietly around him.

And it was not just here. Anywhere in the Central District with a large screen could see Chairman Qiu's disgraceful state.

To build momentum for his reelection, he had paid to rent screens in the Central District's major malls. Those enormous displays were now filled with his corpse, letting everyone see him bleeding from all seven orifices.

The chairman who had just been grieving for the world died in an instant. The enormous shock left the residents stunned and plunged the Central District into silence.

Inside the pipes, Chen Yu treated the wounds on his puppet while continuing to charge forward.

Behind him, the white Skyvault Type Eight followed closely. Inside it, Qiu Bufan wolfed down enhancement drugs to restore her mental strength as she asked in confusion, "What was that