Perhaps Ye Li had been staring at the screen for too long.
The buzz-cut youth noticed Ye Li's somewhat rigid body and, with a lollipop that had only a stick left in his mouth, turned his head towards Ye Li, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Li was still in a daze.
He was startled back to reality by the buzz-cut youth's words.
"What is this?" After all, Ye Li had completed many tasks before, and he managed to gather his wits in such a moment, though his body was a bit stiff.
He reached out and pointed at the computer screen.
His long eyelashes were slightly lowered, as he struggled to maintain composure on his face.
The buzz-cut youth did not see his other hand that was clenched so tightly it almost pierced his palm.
"You're talking about this, huh," the buzz-cut youth opened and enlarged the page, "it's a contest among the international big shots, the international hit list. But this page isn't widely accessible, only top-grade assassins have accounts to log in."