When Qian Huan threw out this question, he actually never intended to get any advice; all he needed was agreement and praise.
Feng Mu's response satisfied Qian Huan, providing him with strong emotional value, while Wang Cong...
"This guy hasn't even become a captain yet, and he's already getting a bit cocky."
Despite feeling slightly displeased, Qian Huan maintained a modest demeanor and said gently:
"Oh, go ahead, I'm listening. What do you think needs repackaging and improvement in the [Last One Out System]?"
Wang Cong slightly wrinkled his nose, smelling the scent of "anger" seeping out from the narrow gap in the explosion-proof glass wall.
With each heartbeat of the warden, the scent slowly permeated from his bloodstream, emitting through every pore.
The scent was incredibly thin in the air, but in Wang Cong's keen sense of smell, it was magnified a thousandfold, enveloping him like a dense fog, becoming strong and pungent.
