"On what grounds do you assume Jiang Lu is unspeakably miserable, and on what grounds do you assume those men and women in the glass houses are coerced?"
"I'm not trying to doubt you, but the reasons you've given are not enough, nowhere near enough!"
Duan Kun stood up, gazing directly at Jiang Xianwu in the living room:
"Don't underestimate us. I have no doubt that in the end, it will be you who saves us. But the things you've discovered so far are insufficient to overthrow this realm."
"You think glass rooms don't exist in reality? Even in modern society, there are prototypes of such things."
Zhou Baiyu hadn't paid attention before, but Duan Kun, after all, had been around and knew the extravagances of the wealthy.
Even in a certain chaebol-ruled Kimchi country, glass rooms are legal.
Although Zhou Baiyu didn't know about glass rooms, after thinking carefully...
