I, Yuan Xiaotian, Play with the World!

Somewhere underground in Chang'an, a group of people were exhausted, sitting in the lounge, each grabbing a cup of coffee and starting to report. "How to write the cause of the incident? During the arrest process, Yuan Qilan forcibly participated in the operation and failed to effectively restrain his own abilities, leading to an increase in influence?" "One more thing. He forcibly joined this operation when we strongly refused his assistance, and repeatedly disobeyed the command during the operation, resulting in injuries to personnel. One more thing. This kid didn't listen to our instructions, and he didn't even listen to his sister's instructions." "Shh, I'm here." Several people were recording, and a young woman who came from a distance sat down and sighed: "Please report, please. I have to write a 10,000-word self-criticism." "Ah? What's wrong?" "I can't control it. I am responsible for 70% of this operation. 20% Belongs to my brother and 10% belongs to his master." The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he unknowingly exerted force on his hand. Suddenly, the pen suddenly broke in his hand, and the ink splattered. In an instant, all the contamination on everyone's bodies and on the table turned black. "Sister, please calm down. My brother is still young after all, and none of us here have made any mistakes since childhood." A person next to him comforted him and raised his hand. The ink on the table was all wrapped in a layer of dim purple light. It slowly floated and condensed into a small ink ball, which was thrown into the trash can. He took a deep breath and took out his spare pen: "Forget it, forget it. Compared to me, he is nothing." "Yeah, yeah. That means two buildings were almost demolished, 3,000 people were evacuated, 6,000 memories were modified, and the water supply of a street was re-examined. The estimated economic loss was 12 million, that's all."