The white skeleton controlled by Xiao Tai had green flames igniting in its eyes. Then, it turned its head to look at Hawkeye, and its jaws opened:
"Actors capable of influencing the outcome of this movie number less than a thousand."
Xiao Tai's response brought silence to the entire conference room.
Although Xiao Tai had prefaced his statement with conditions, the figure of one thousand was almost equivalent to near extinction for Fourth-tier actors and above.
"More than I imagined," Qian Cangyi nodded. At least there were still a thousand people now.
The white skeleton seemed to want to say more upon hearing Qian Cangyi's response, but the green flames in its eyes began to leap like little elves, and it swallowed its unfinished words back into its abdomen.
"No wonder Hell's Movie is so angry," Little Drilling Wind suddenly realized.
"Are we considered to have entered the final circle?" Fable widened her eyes.
