The television stayed black for almost ten full seconds after the broadcast cut out and I let out a scoff. I was actually surprised that it took them that long to cut him off.
Clearly that base was a little too nice if he had access to a phone, internet, and more than just the hallway he first started broadcasting in.
"What do you think happened?" asked Zhenlan, but none of the men answered him.
"He was killed for complaining about the thread count of his bed sheets," I replied, rolling my eyes. I had lost the boss battle because I was paying too much attention to the whistleblower.
"Rouxi," grunted Zhenlan, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. Did he think that I was being callous? Did he think that I was a psychopath because I lived too long in this life of luxury that he gave the old Rouxi that I didn't have compassion for what I had just seen?
I looked at him dead in the eyes. "Yeah?" I asked, even as I respawned in the game.
