The moment Hu Qi crashed into the apartment building.
Within an extremely spacious yet somewhat empty space.
The light here was dim. Only a desk lamp in the very center, like a solitary star, cast a soft, amber halo, barely managing to illuminate a small patch of the room.
Within the illuminated area,
a single desk stood in silence.
A middle-aged man sat behind it.
He wore black-framed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were bloodshot. His hair was slightly disheveled, falling haphazardly across his forehead.
His skin was almost pathologically pale, the result of long periods spent hidden away from the light of day.
He currently gripped a black pen, incessantly writing and drawing on the paper before him.
The scratching of the pen against the paper was exceptionally clear in the silent space.
'No, that's not right. The difficulty is too high. It'll be nearly impossible for anyone to survive...'
