Chapter Five: A Dead Man's Safe-Deposit Box

Then came bank alerts: his salary, the trust, and payment for his mother's new home were frozen. Xu waited in a black sedan and opened the door. “Each camera costs you a little more life. Come talk.” Inside, he offered a voluntary testing form. The stated value was zero. Its price was [8 years]. “Disgrace is wealth?” Lu Chen asked. “Attention is wealth, whether paid through worship or hate. The Society can grant you a thirty-year exemption, a billion yuan, and six championships. Stop investigating.” “And the dead players?” “Every prosperous city has graves beneath it. The league feeds hundreds of thousands. Someone pays.” Lu Chen tore the form in half. The crimson words crawled from the paper into Xu's sleeve.