Just like that, a day passed, and the third round of preliminaries came to an end.
The following day.
A brand-new list of the top 30 appeared on the conference table at the Hunt executive headquarters and was circulated around.
The room was filled with soft whispers.
"Why are there 31 spots?"
"Are you sure you didn't count wrong?"
"I'm absolutely sure! Count carefully yourself!"
The middle-level managers gathered for the meeting were whispering to each other, all with surprised looks on their faces.
Wei Qinglian sat at the head of the table, presiding over the meeting, as the elder from the Lan Family was absent. She sighed lightly inwardly, thinking of the direct call from the Dragon last night.
The Dragon had obtained news through his own channels about Xia Yu achieving a perfect score for the second time at the preliminary round, presumably with high-definition footage in hand.
Thus, the Dragon's instructions were simple—
