"I am the floor leader in the base, and an outstanding researcher. Are you like me?"

Number 12 suddenly burst out cursing.

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense. Aren't you a player just like us?"

"that is."

"I could tell at a glance that you're a player too."

"agree."

At this moment, Qin Minglang's face broke into a big smile.

"Take all of these with you."

Their identities have been exposed, but in this strange tale, they will not be erased; instead, they will be captured and used as experimental subjects.

Bai Sang smiled with satisfaction as she recalled the message Qin Minglang had sent her that morning.

Her people are everywhere, so I asked them if they were truly convinced of her authority.

[Sister Sang's move was decisive and efficient.]

I just want to give Sister Sang a resounding thumbs up!

[This streamer went a bit too far; why would they want to kill someone?]

[Damn, where did this saint come from? If Sister Sang doesn't fight back, she'll be killed. Do you expect her to just stick her neck out and let someone else kill her?]

[Drive this Virgin Mary out.]

Some people left the live stream while cursing.

Some people were dragged away while cursing.

Bai Sang, in a very good mood, stuffed several pieces of ghost money into Wan Haiyang's hand.

"Go eat by yourself, I'm going back to my office to rest for a while."

"By the way, when you come back after dinner, please help me cancel my dorm registration. I'll just stay in the office."

Not far away, the base commander's figure flashed past Bai Sang's eyes.

Bai Sang sneered.

All leaders are the same.

From the very beginning, she didn't believe the base chief's nonsense.

Just like when I used to work, I never believed the promises my boss made to me.

We're asking you this: isn't that pit, so round and big, like a pie in the sky that the leaders are trying to paint?