Que Nan · Conversa

The Central Base's surveillance screens cast cold blue light across Que Nan's desk, illuminating his slightly lowered profile. The pen spun once between his fingers, then was set down gently, as if the rhythm of every second had been calculated. A subordinate from the Security Department suddenly knocked, and upon receiving permission, strode in quickly, speaking in an urgent tone: "'Huozi' got into another conflict—this time with a newcomer. That person seems to—" "Knock, knock, knock" The knocking cut off the rest of his sentence. Que Nan's pen paused on the paper for a moment, then the corners of his lips lifted slightly, his voice as gentle as if he were reciting a trivial pleasantry. "...Come in."