The way he walked, the frequency of his gestures, the angle of his turns...
Everything was a clue.
He was searching for a flaw, for even the slightest anomaly.
If looks could kill, Ling Zhiwei would have been riddled with holes by now.
That hatred was already bone-deep, festering for years with no release.
Every time he remembered his own past humiliation—all caused by the man standing before him—his breathing would grow heavy.
He refused to accept it, refused to resign himself to his fate.
'Absurd! I am a top-tier Conquest Assistance System! I come with built-in anti-eavesdropping and anti-interference dual-mode protection! If they could hear me, I'd format myself and self-destruct on the spot!'
The System's voice shot up an octave as it practically roared its rebuttal.
It would not allow its authority to be questioned, much less accept the absurd speculation that their conversation was being monitored.
