"What does that action mean?" Fable's eyes lit up, his gaze becoming noticeably sharper.
Qian Cangyi placed both hands on the conference table, recalled for a moment, then said:
"My skill changes are a bit numerous. I'll keep it short and focus on the key points."
After he finished speaking, silence briefly enveloped the conference room, lingering until he spoke again:
"What about you guys? It shouldn't just be skills, right? To be honest, I feel Hell's Movie has indeed favored me. But considering the current special circumstances, if it didn't give me some preferential treatment, I'd undoubtedly be dead."
"Heh," Fable let out two awkward laughs, scratching his face with his left hand, hesitating to speak.
"I think this isn't favoritism anymore; it's a direct selection," Qian Jiangyue said, gently tapping the table rhythmically with his right hand.
