"This is the Star Network Solo Livestreaming Department."
The man wore silver-rimmed glasses. His gaze swept over the crowd of Beastmen as he pushed the frames up slightly, a meaningful smile on his face.
As the department head making the last picks, he got to watch these people grovel and beg, see their despair, and even witness them turn on each other.
The man chose the first Beastman, the second, the third, the fourth...
Only one last spot for a Beastman remained!
The atmosphere grew tense. For this final spot, the man's gaze slowly drifted over the Beastmen who were waving and shouting frantically. He deliberately held back, delaying his choice, seeming to relish their reactions.
Jiang Zheyu's waving arm was starting to ache. She had pushed her way to the front. Her throat was utterly parched. She gripped the iron bars of the cell, swallowed dryly, and felt her heart pound violently. Sweat beaded on her forehead, making her feel incredibly sticky.
Only one last spot left.
