The Eye of Hell project was in his hands. If it were ever made public, it would mean not just the end of his political career, but the end of his life itself. He felt there was still a chance to save himself.
"Hahaha!" Qian Feng burst into laughter. "Danger? Isn't it dangerous working for you people? I don't care about any of that. But my sister comes here to study, and she's violated by a group of so-called highly educated classmates? You claim to be fair, yet just because my sister is of Vietnamese descent, those bastards at the school tried to hush it up! And now you're talking to me about danger? Hahaha!"
With a ferocious expression, Qian Feng overturned the table before him, grabbed the landline telephone, and walked over to a nearby box. He ripped off the wooden plank on top, revealing an oval sphere connected to various electronic instruments. "You must be curious about what the Eye of Hell project is..."
