Chapter Three: Three Minutes, Thirty Days

Once they learn I switched sides, they’ll come tonight.” Tang Xiaoyu spun around her laptop. “The midnight program has thirteen hundred people waiting. Our server is about to die.” Zhou Lan removed her watch, fully exposing the silver balance. “I can force the review team to follow procedure. But from this moment, the Shen family will know where I stand.” Lin Ran looked at them: a retired champion, an underground fighter, a conglomerate heiress, a self-taught media operator, and one disgraced streamer with four hundred sixty thousand yuan in debt. [Form provisional team IRON DOME? Linked Training shares all gains—and all failure penalties.] “Share them,” Lin Ran said. Four hands joined his against the debt-covered whiteboard.