Chapter Three: Three Minutes, Thirty Days

The legal notice updated at once. Iron Dome’s review had been moved to nine the next morning. “They won’t even give us one day,” Tang Xiaoyu said. “Then we stop fighting on their schedule.” Lin Ran pinned the internal list to the whiteboard and faced the camera. “From now on, Iron Dome publishes every yuan, every challenge, and every training result. In thirty days, we won’t merely survive. We’ll take the entry ticket they keep from ordinary people.” Han Zheng stepped forward and placed his security badge on the desk. “The review requires a certified coach. My license hasn’t expired.” Ghost pushed the cash toward Zhou Lan. “If dirty money can’t be returned, preserve it as evidence. I owe the underground circuit two hundred thousand.