Basement 10.
I lit a cigarette up and took a puff. Other than the smoke in my lungs, there was a gush of coldness within.
I took another puff before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.
"I’ll do it but I need assistance," I said faintly.
"No problem. These people don’t have an A but they’re all talented in their own fields," Professor reassured.
I nodded, slightly frustrated. "Who’s the best with their hands?"
Only two out of ten people raised their hands.
I nodded again. "Other than them, the rest may leave."
The rest of them looked at each other, clearly not wanting to leave.
Professor waved them away. "Listen to him."
Only then did they withdrew from Basement 10, leaving only me and my assistants.
I smiled. "What’s the situation?"
