Instead of directly answering the leader of the men in black, Chen Pingchuan commented on the man's earlier state, including his fragmented speech. After hearing this, the middle-aged man fell silent. The air grew quiet once more. Chen Pingchuan tilted his head back to gaze at the starry sky. "This world is really dull without a moon."
Suddenly, the leader of the men in black began to pant heavily. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Chen Pingchuan and rasped, "How sure are you?"
Chen Pingchuan could feel the middle-aged man's resolve. I'm not that kind of person, and it's not like he knows this is just a simulation. The man's choice meant he was prepared to meet his death with resolve. So, for once, Chen Pingchuan was serious. Following the Plan B in his mind, he gave a number he felt was reasonably precise. "Thirty percent!"
