"Who are you?" Li Qingshan furrowed his brow and asked, secretly making a defensive gesture. On the visitor's head, two characters floated—[Guest].
What is a guest?
He knew nothing about it.
"Are you… Li Qingshan?" Lu Tianming asked.
Having successfully reached his destination, the psychological unease dissipated, and the mental exhaustion almost reached its peak, making him feel drowsy. He wished he could lie down right there and take a nap.
But the safest-looking place might not be safe at all.
No. 12 could only forcibly bite his own tongue, using the piercing pain to snap himself awake.
The large characters [Li Qingshan]above his head could not be concealed; Li Qingshan could only remain silent.
"I am No. 12… It was incredibly tough to get to this damned place," Lu Tianming said as he pulled out a special recording device from his backpack, "Don't be too wary, after all, I am the boss of your boss."
