The leader in charge of the search looked at the security manager of Malaysia's Long City police department and said hesitantly, "Chief, when I led the search just now, the people in the temple really hated us going in to inspect every area. Some of them even refused to let us search certain rooms."
"Damn it!" The security manager was practically coughing blood. He had never expected these green headscarves, who usually looked so agreeable—especially when dealing with Chinese people, where they did whatever they were told and he could easily clean up afterward—to act like this.
Yet today, these green headscarves were not listening to his commands at all. Instead, they were demonstrating and resisting like this. It left him utterly speechless.
Damn it, did they really not know what a powerful fist was? If they pushed him too far, he would definitely let these green headscarves know what a truly powerful fist felt like!
Of course, that was only something he thought about. If he were actually asked to do it, he absolutely would not dare.
Because green headscarves were different from Malaysia's ethnic Chinese. If they were ethnic Chinese, he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept up appearances. But the natives were the foundation of the country and could not be touched so easily.
If the information they had received today was true and the national temple really collapsed, it would be a devastating blow to Malaysia's national image. Therefore, he had to resolve this matter.
"Search again!" The security manager checked the time and saw that there was still time, then immediately ordered, "Move faster. If you can't get into certain rooms, leave them for now. Check the rooms you can enter first. Maybe you'll find something. If you still can't find