As they left the main hall, those who had come for interviews with the Evil Extermination Bureau were still waiting outside.
When Qin An stepped out, the crowd's gaze turned towards him. Each face bore a hint of curiosity, while some showed expressions of defiance.
Everything Qin An did inside the hall went against the norm, and those defiant individuals believed Qin An's success was sheer luck.
Thus, their eyes on Qin An were not only defiant but carried a trace of provocation.
As Qin An walked out, he was aware of the stares around him, especially those defiant gazes. His fingertips brushed the handle of Cold Star.
There remains a third challenge.
The first two challenges were resolved, but the third one lay ahead.
He must carve out his reputation in this capital full of talents, or face a fall from grace.
He said nothing, pondering how to tackle the third challenge.
