"Keep your head down! Don't look around!"
A scruffy, middle-aged Martial Artist pushed his sister's head down.
"That might be an auxiliary Martial Artist. You need to be careful."
His sister was confused. "How do you know? With that kind of presence, couldn't they just be some second or third-generation rich kid here for a cushy post?"
"A cushy post? In the Safety Bureau? Are you daft?"
He then explained, "Didn't you hear the gunshots? In a chaotic scene like this, you can't get clean sniper kills without an auxiliary Martial Artist's help!"
The two spoke in hushed tones, and the woman suddenly grew worried. "Brother, are we going to be taken away and shot? Or sent to a labor camp?"
The man said confidently, "No. We just came to buy some cultivation resources, which isn't illegal. Besides, we haven't even bought anything yet!
At worst, we'll get a fine and be detained for about ten days. But if you dare to resist, then you're screwed!"
