"This is my office. Please make yourself at home."
The conductor walked to the long mahogany table and sat down. He picked up a brass-tipped pipe and started smoking.
He didn't seem to have any intention of chasing them away.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" Wang Chen asked tentatively.
He had been inexplicably brought to this godforsaken place. Although he suddenly possessed powerful strength, the feeling of confusion still made Wang Chen feel a little unhappy.
The conductor must have a much better understanding of all this than him.
"If it's not against the rules, I can answer your question. However, there is no free lunch in this world." The conductor's eyes revealed a cunning look.
"What do you want?" Wang Chen asked.
"If you can leave the Doomsday World one day, I hope you can appoint me to send you away."
"Leave the Doomsday World one day? But aren't we leaving?" Wang Chen was stunned.
