“You all wait here for a moment. I’ll let you know when we start. Here are our magazines from each issue—take a look first. No need to be nervous, I’ll just ask you a few questions.” After she finished speaking, her high heels clicked crisply as she walked out. As she passed by David Walker, a fragrant breeze brushed his face. David Walker smacked his lips—ah, he wondered what perfume she was wearing, it smelled so good!

A group of people was left in the meeting room, waiting for another two hours. It was already 4:30 in the afternoon, and still no one had come to interview them. Everyone was getting a bit impatient.

After another half hour, the door opened. The beautiful woman from before came in and said hurriedly, “Get ready, the deputy chief editor is very busy. You only have half an hour in total, less than three minutes each…” She hadn’t finished speaking when someone outside was already calling, “First one…” The woman glanced at the form in her hand: “Brian Cooper, come with me.” A man responded and quickly stood up to follow her out.

Sure enough, each person had less than three minutes—some were back in less than a minute. Those who returned shook their heads and sighed, picked up their things, and left on their own. The result was obvious. No one in the meeting room spoke; a heavy atmosphere hung over everyone.

“David Walker.” The woman called from the doorway. “Ah!” David Walker jumped up and rushed out. The woman smiled with pursed lips, “Don’t be nervous…” David Walker gave a wry smile, “How can I not be nervous, sis…”

“Go in.” David Walker glanced at the woman behind him, braced himself, and walked in. A chair was placed in the center of the room, empty all around, the walls a pale blue, spotless. David Walker sat on the chair, but didn’t see the examiner or the deputy editor. Just then, another door to the side opened. The first thing David Walker saw was a pair of long, beautiful legs, not an ounce of extra flesh, wrapped in slightly pale flesh-colored stockings. David Walker felt his mouth go dry, looked up, and saw a woman in uniform wiping her hands with a tissue—she must have just come from the restroom.

Uniform, stockings, and a black uniform at that—David Walker could clearly feel a certain part of his body standing up in a most ungentlemanly way…

This is killing me, David Walker thought. This isn’t an editor interview, it’s a test of self-control!

The woman in uniform stood beside David Walker: “What’s your name?” “Wang… David Walker.” He stammered.

The woman frowned: “If you can’t even say your own name confidently, how can I trust you to be competent for this job?” David Walker thought to himself: Whoa, she’s tough! He was about to explain, but the woman waved her hand: “Alright, you can go. Next!”

David Walker spent less than ten seconds with the woman in uniform, setting the record for the shortest interview today.

Dejected, David Walker left Qingsong Building and wandered the streets alone, feeling a wave of disappointment, then forced a self-mocking smile: Even if I did well in the interview, would “Fashion Review” really hire a graduate from a third-rate university?

Harboring extravagant hopes for a life that was never his, David Walker wanted to slap himself, then loudly tell himself: Stop dreaming!

Even so, he still felt uneasy. He wandered the streets until nightfall, then slowly made his way home. He didn’t want to take the bus, so he decided to walk. There was still a long way to go, and even by bus it would take over an hour. By the time David Walker got home, it was already midnight. After the long trek, he was so tired he was hunched over.

He didn’t go home right away, but went straight to the small supermarket downstairs and bought a bottle of ice-cold beer. He opened it on the spot and took a swig, the foam making him cough violently!

“Is it him?” Edward Harris asked, sitting in a Mercedes. Charles Bennett nodded beside him, “That’s right.” Edward Harris frowned, “This… does he look like one of us?” Charles Bennett also thought David Walker was a bit “lame,” and couldn’t help but say, “Should we wait and see a bit longer?” Edward Harris nodded, “Alright, let’s watch for now.”

The black Mercedes flashed its dark red taillights and disappeared into the night. Besides them, there were others secretly watching David Walker.

Next to the small supermarket was a barbecue restaurant. At a table outside the entrance sat two people. Facing the door was a young man, who, seeing the car drive away, said, “They’re gone.” The older man, sitting with his back to the door, slowly turned to glance outside—the long black car was already gone.

“Which sect are they from?” the young man asked. The older one replied, “The head of Kunlun’s lower branch, Edward Harris.” The young man exclaimed, “He came in person!” “Hmph, looks like the Kunlun Sect is determined to win this time. But he saw that kid’s behavior too—rotten wood can’t be carved!” The older man shook his head, clearly disappointed in David Walker as well.

All the previous inheritors of the Heavenly Pearl were outstanding talents. Even if they were not good by nature, they could still dominate among villains. How could there be someone like David Walker, who’s just hopeless?

The young man asked, “Uncle-Master, what should we do?” Uncle-Master said, “Strike first. If we wait for the Kunlun Sect to react, it’ll be too late.” “You mean…” “Tonight, go find Andrew Lewis and have him take care of this.” “Alright!”