His expression.

Tears and smiles that seemed like relief.

It was the first time in her life that she felt envy...

When the idea of wanting to swap places with him appeared in her mind, she already realized she could no longer be her father's good child.

Unable to understand the fear she felt every time she saw her father's gentle smile. Despite such admiration and respect, why did hatred gradually grow in her heart?

It wasn't until later, when she saw the same devotion and expectation on the faces of the followers, identical to her former self, that she understood what she had worshipped and believed in was merely her own imagined idol and illusion.

What difference does it make, after all?

"..."

She walked silently through the crowd, no longer looking at those humble praying expressions, unable to fulfill their wishes.

No, even if it were possible to fulfill them...

Wen Wen, could you really do it?

When she asked herself, mocking laughter echoed inside her.

Mocking herself.

When she snapped back to reality, she found herself standing in front of the workshop door, maintaining the gesture of knocking, not knowing how long had passed.

Her hand had never been able to knock.

She sighed silently, stepped back, and was about to leave when she heard the sound of the door opening behind her.

"Wen? Why are you standing here?"

Ji Jue peeked out confusedly, pointing at the surveillance at the door: "I've called you in many times, but you didn't react..."

"I... No, I'm fine."

Wen Wen shook her head, giving a self-deprecating smile: "I daydreamed after drinking too much and went the wrong way."

"..."

Ji Jue had nothing to say, looking at her with an expression as if watching a fool tell a lie, until her fists almost couldn't hold back, he opened the door to let her in.

"Sorry, I don't have any alcohol here, nor tea, just some hot water; it's good for the body." Ji Jue put down the already prepared cup and suddenly asked: "Is it because of those people?"

"Ah? No..."

Wen Wen instinctively wanted to shake her head, and then saw Ji Jue's expression as if looking at a fool, couldn't help but grit her teeth...

This bastard, why does he always make people so angry!

"Let me guess, you want to ask me how to solve it, but you find you can't open your mouth."

Ji Jue ignored the familiar glaring eyes, took a sip from the cup, and said calmly: "At the door, when the question is about to be asked, it becomes clear that no matter how you solve it, it's a dilemma.

If you show mercy, you have to kill these innocent people; if you turn a deaf ear, you can't endure those sounds and tears, right?"

"..."

Wen Wen said nothing, staring at him.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Ji Jue asked, puzzled.

"You've said it all, what else can I say?" Wen Wen took up the cup to avoid his gaze, but couldn't help but suspect in her heart: Did this bastard Ji Jue secretly learn Mind Reading Technique? Or did he make some equipment? Although it sounds absurd, if he's a craftsman...

"By the way, I don't have Mind Reading Technique, nor do I need to make any equipment."

Ji Jue sighed: "It's simply because, Wen, you're so straightforward, everything is written on your face... Hold on, don't hit the face!"

A gust of wind blew past, the iron fist stopped just an inch from Ji Jue's nose.

Close at hand.

Phew, almost got rewarded again!

"Though I appreciate you shifting the topic humorously to comfort me, if you intentionally provoke me to anger again, I won't be able to resist hitting you."

Wen Wen sighed helplessly: "So, since Mr. Ji, you're so prescient, could you please answer my question now?"

"What do you think, Wen?" Ji Jue countered.

In an instant, Wen Wen fell silent.

After a while, when she was about to speak, she heard Ji Jue's voice.

"Of course, promise them."

He said calmly: "The plan has already been drafted, and the batches have been determined. At this moment, Yu Shu should be organizing people to arrange things.

After all, they themselves said... they could do anything, right?"

After a brief pause, in Wen Wen's surprise, he pulled out a notice that had just been printed and pushed it in front of Wen Wen.

A contract, an agreement, and a...

Wen Wen's eyes twitched, starting to doubt her own eyes: "What is this 'Employment Application Form' supposed to mean?"

"Just literally, it's an employment application." Ji Jue shrugged: "What era are we in, are we still running a chaotic group like the congregation?

Our Border Prison is a legitimate company-like institution; we have to sign contracts and leave fingerprints!"

He calmly took up the cup, sipped a bit, and said slowly: "They want to die, of course, it's not a problem, after all, in Hell there's no rejection.

Just everything needs to follow procedures, right? It's not that I don't kill, but it needs to be done systematically, procedurally, according to priority and order.

Otherwise, if everyone rushes chaotically, and the order can't be figured out, how can you kill with standard, kill with flair?"

A dog's bark!

A very familiar dog's bark!

Wen Wen frowned and flipped through the employee contract under the Employment Application Form and the more she read, the more she couldn't resist frowning, gritting her teeth, and sucking in cold air.

How can such a monstrous contract and agreement exist in this world? Compared to this thing, even a slave contract seems warm and affectionate!

If you had any conscience, you wouldn't be able to write such dark terms and demands.

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