295 Self-consistent

19:51:08.

South suburb Broadcasting Building, Resting Room No. 10.

As camera after camera lit up, Xiao Congyi busily curled up and settled next to Li Qingming with her legs pulled in, like a well-behaved lady.

Li Qingming, however, maintained his relaxed posture with his hands in his pockets and one leg draped over the other, appearing to be zoning out, but was actually pondering all sorts of possible futures.

The once-revered "Hero," having lost his way in debauchery far from the Secret Realm, had become dull and complacent. If nothing unexpected occurred, they would be left far behind, but that was also why one must beware of them lashing out in desperation. Though they might not openly commit murder, a brawl that resulted in masks being torn off was undoubtedly a possibility.