The crowd surged, and Qin Chunzi felt insignificant.
Yet when the crowd receded, Qin Chunzi inexplicably felt a tinge of loneliness, like a dense coffee brew diluted in water, the bitterness lingering at the lips instead of dissipating.
'What a bizarre environment. It's said the Fortress governs the heart, human nature, and personality, and can directly modify neural data. Truly lives up to its reputation.'
Qin Chunzi wiped the sweat off her forehead with a thumb adorned in red nail polish, realizing at some point she had entered an archive hall. Besides herself, there were over a hundred similarly dressed professional managers, scrutinizing each other.
'Quite a crowd,' Qin Chunzi thought, frowning.
Typically, the number of companies participating in a corporate war doesn't exceed double digits, around 30 or 40.
After all, with war comes death. Behind every corporate war, numerous companies are dissolved, and Corporate Will is devoured.
