8:50:00.
Secret Realm β3-2103002.
As Deng Xinrui's cries echoed upon landing, the darkness once again gave way to the dawn.
The final morning arrived punctually.
Villa 101, in the living room.
Click.
Shi Ziqiang pressed down heavily on his katana, propping himself up with a grave expression on his face.
Compared to before, his already unhealthy complexion seemed to have worsened further, perhaps due to the agonies his dear friend was enduring.
"By the way, there's something I haven't told you," he coughed softly, addressing Zhang San at the door, "if we prepare for the worst-case scenario, the safety agency should be about to discover this place."
"What?" Zhang San's voice wavered in alarm, "Has something been compromised? It shouldn't have, we've been very careful about confidentiality, we haven't done anything that would trigger an AI alert, unless... someone reported us?"
