Li Yan felt deeply helpless. Other people's golden fingers are either magical skills that can be achieved in seconds, or resources that are as rich as the enemy's. When I arrived at his place, I was in debt at the beginning, and Goldfinger was a resentful worker. His first task was to become a professional troll?
"Can I say no?"
"Okay." Ta Ling said in a relaxed tone, "Do you want to know about the erasure procedure? The one with a three-second countdown."
"... I'll do it!" Li Yan squeezed out two words through his teeth. The survival instinct of a social animal tells him that in the face of weird KPIs, surviving is the first priority.
