"If you do anything you shouldn't, I guarantee the bullet will pass through your head that instant!"
"Now, put your hands where I can see them and slowly go sit in your place..."
The Sewer Designer's hand trembled as he held his coffee.
He had once been extremely proud of how steady his hands were. Hand-drawn plans had never been difficult for him; he didn't even need drafting tools to draw perfectly straight lines.
But at this moment, his hands were shaking violently.
"I'm a little scared," he said, raising both hands as he walked over and sat in his seat.
Only then did he realize that the person hiding behind the door was a foreigner.
It was easy to tell whether someone was one of the Maliro People; all one had to do was look at their eye color. The eyes of the man before him did not belong to either of the two Maliron races. He was a foreigner.
While silently cursing the company's security system, the Sewer Designer watched the man before him and prayed that he wasn't a lunatic.
"What can I do to satisfy you?" he asked proactively.
Antenna walked over and sat down opposite him. He no longer aimed the gun at the Sewer Designer, which was also a gesture of goodwill.
"I need the sewer plans for the Presidential Palace."
The Sewer Designer froze for a moment. "Sorry, but we don't have those either."
Seeing that the foreigner's eyebrows seemed about to shoot up, he hurriedly explained, "The current Presidential Palace was built on the ruins of the old royal palace. We don't know the exact condition or routes of the sewers inside the palace."
"They're still intact, so we only need to connect directly to them..."
After the palace, which represented the