Seeing the bright yellow ID card in his hand, the two security guards nodded and signaled him to pass.
Su Mo walked past the security barrier and cautiously stepped through the main doors into the hall. Only when he was fully inside did he finally let out a long breath. As expected, to prevent violent incidents, the city had far more defensive and regulatory facilities than the towns.
Just fifty meters from the Free Market Center Building, Su Mo felt an intense gaze fixated on him. It was a familiar sensation—like the crosshairs of a gun tracking his every move, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
"Hmm... the second floor is for the Free Market's food service workers, the third is for agricultural workers, so my electronics workers are..." Su Mo thought to himself. "Huh? On the top floor?"
