For a moment, the conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mo Jingchun touched the spot on his chest, feeling his heart racing, beating rapidly.
Perhaps it was because they were underground; the room wasn't well ventilated, and he felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
Putting on reading glasses again, Zhou Yingzhong spoke in a calm tone:
"Do you have any doubts?"
"Within my ability, I can answer them for you."
Glancing at each other, Old Yu, with a serious expression, asked:
"Is there a time limit?"
Zhou Yingzhong paused for a moment, then replied:
"As long as the system's stability is ensured, the sooner the better."
Seeing Old Yu take the lead, Mo Jingchun followed up with his own question.
"Sir… why were we chosen?"
Zhou Yingzhong smiled and said, "Good question."
"Let's put it this way: first, you're all insiders; that's indisputable."
