"If you do something you shouldn't, I guarantee the bullet will pierce your head in that instant!"
"Now, place your hands where I can see them and slowly sit down in your seat..."
The sewer designer's hand holding the coffee trembled.
He used to be very proud of how steady his hands were, any manual drafting was no difficulty for him—even without drafting tools, he could draw straight lines.
But at this moment, his hand was shaking badly.
"I'm a little scared," he said, raising his hands, and sat down in his place.
It was only then that he realized the person hiding behind the door was a foreigner.
It's actually easy to tell if someone is from Mariluo; you just look at their eye color, and the eye color of this guy in front of him doesn't belong to either of Mariluo's ethnic groups. He was a foreigner.
The sewer designer silently cursed the company's security system while looking at the person in front of him, praying he'd better not be a lunatic.
