C998 Apocalypse What Do You Have on Your Skills

Shen Wangchuan looked at the front of the line and saw an ordinary rectangular table. It was the kind of desk in an ordinary office.

He probably moved here from some office in this prison.

And in front of that table, sat a thirty year old or so man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle and gentle, and was standing right in front of their line up