"I won't move!"
The glass doors of the exhibit hall suddenly swung open, and instantly, the security guards raised their hands.
The young man who walked out trembling almost peed his pants. Did there have to be so many crossbows pointing at him?
"I'm an employee of the South Palace Museum; this is my work ID. The person you're looking for left before you arrived."
"Raise your hands and walk over slowly."
"Okay, please don't get excited. There are only some staff members inside now, including our former director and current consultant. Everyone else is a big name in the cultural field. If something happens, you won't be able to walk away from it."
As the young man spoke, he raised his hands and walked up to the steps, where two tactical response warriors immediately came forward, detained the young man, and dragged him down the steps.
"Hey, be gentle."
"Do you have to be so rough? I'm a national employee."
