Hot Enough to Rage, Angry Enough for a Discount

It was not bound. Its Riddle-Heart said true courage was not the loudest voice, and the fear that had created it belonged to someone specific. That mystery would require another investigation. But today's danger was over. They had the samples and delivery records, and for the first time Chen Nuo's audience truly believed him. He turned the camera toward his flame-permed hair. “Volcano Heart chips: nine out of ten for heat, zero for safety, ten for the complimentary perm. Recommendation: don't eat them, especially after buying a salon membership.” Gifts filled the screen. Xiaoman cleared her throat. “The board of directors—me—has voted to convert the upstairs storeroom into a bizarre-food review studio. Rent remains due.