"You really don't know me, then. Those who know me are aware that I'm not hot-blooded at all."
Not only that, but back when he was with the Propaganda Department in Zone 17, Zhuang Chi and Valerian had even nicknamed him "Spoilsport."
Whenever they got fired up and wanted to do something for Zone 17, Song Lan would always throw a wet blanket over their enthusiasm.
"Say what you will."
The boss paused and his voice dropped a few notches, "Are you serious about the transformation?"
He thought Song Lan was a good young man rarely found in prison, even though his hands were stained with blood. But then again, who in this place doesn't have a few lives on their hands? Even he himself was known as "executive poisoner."
"Of course, it would be even better if you could tell me how to participate in the transformation ceremony."
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Another long day.