In the end, Di Ping took on the important role of tester and put on the Dragon King mask.
The Dragon King mask could be used ten times. As soon as he put it on, it merged into the skin of his face.
"How do you feel now?" Ke Meng asked.
Di Ping felt his face, seemingly unable to tell that he was wearing a mask.
"Nothing too unusual... wait, now I feel something," Di Ping murmured. "For some reason, I feel this swelling courage. I can turn other people's mockery back on them. All I have to do is give a crooked smile, and I can strike back at my enemies."
"Then don't smile yet. Wait until we arrange the internal test subjects," Director Lei hurriedly warned him.
"Of course I understand that." Di Ping did not smile. He knew the Dragon King mask had ten uses, and each use meant one fewer remaining.
"First, taunt someone from our bureau, then an investigator stationed overseas. There have been signs lately that one investigator's personal conduct has changed drastically. We suspect he heard some whispers he shouldn't have."
"While he's out there, we have no way of knowing whether black smoke is rising from his head," Director Lei explained. This was the perfect opportunity to test how much hatred the Dragon King mask could generate.
If the hatred was strong enough to make someone fly back and mindlessly try to beat Di Ping to death, the Dragon King mask would be tremendously useful.
For this test, the bureau gave Di Ping plenty of protective items.
"Should I record a video or start a password-protected livestream?" Di Ping asked.
The main issue was that each use of the Dragon King mask could affect only five people.
"Record a video." Director Lei