A languid voice cuts through the tense atmosphere on the brink of explosion. Li Lin's indifference thrusts itself into the intensely heated space.
"Whoever it is, they certainly have desires or ambitions of their own. The difference lies in this - the incompetent ones merely allow their desires to languish in the realm of fantasy. The capable ones strive to elevate their fantasies to reality. Within this small group of capable ones, an even smaller portion of fortunate and outstanding individuals finally break through the encirclement and gain the reward of making their desires come true."
What is severed is not just the atmosphere; the composed voice transforms into a refined knife, cutting through the flesh. The soul endures in trembles under the penetrating observation. His hands crossed over each other, the elegantly smiling young man appears like a demon of the abyss performing a soul transaction. Calmly, he scrutinizes the process of transaction, his gaze upon his customers.
