In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Hou Genbao's mind—community lockdown, thousands of people homeless, himself dragged away for trial...just like years ago when he faced the Corps' court.
Yet the more he panicked, the less he could utter a word, frozen in place, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks.
"Don't be so tense." Cheng Ye leaned back on his chair, expressionless but carrying an air of control over everything, "Your secrets aren't secrets to me. If I want to know something, it's just a matter of a call, a question."
He gestured to the chair opposite, "Have a seat; you're not done reading yet."
Hou Genbao, like a marionette, mechanically sat back down, eyes unfocused on the screen.
Cheng Ye's finger lightly tapped on the Defense Communication, the interface switched, and a detailed personal record appeared prominently:
[Hou Genbao (Ten-year Resident)]
