After Qin Wenxuan finished speaking, the two examiners present fell into brief contemplation.
Shen Zhiwei furrowed her brows, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, and then asked coldly:
"How are we ensuring the safety of these candidates? If someone triggers a spatial rift, the moment the two worlds connect, it will likely be accompanied by the arrival of numerous creatures from the Otherworld."
"Director Qin, there are over eight hundred lives at stake here. Does your intelligence department intend to treat them as cannon fodder for mine clearance?"
"Researcher Shen, you misunderstand."
Facing the skepticism, Qin Wenxuan quickly waved his hand, the seriousness on his face slightly dissipating, replaced by a calm expression:
"Our intelligence department would never treat the lives of candidates as a joke."
