Inside the guardhouse, Tan Pang stood with his hands behind his back and shouted, instantly jolting the seven or eight drowsy young bald men awake.
After everyone woke with a start, Handsome Baldy, seated toward the back, eyed Tan Pang suspiciously, stood up, and asked, "You are...?"
Before he had finished speaking, more than twenty people rushed out of the rooms farther inside, two of them wearing two stars on their chests.
In an instant, the small guardhouse was practically packed with people, and things became very awkward.
Tan Pang was surprised too. Holy fucking shit... this isn't two groups. It's a whole fucking squad, forty or fifty people strong. You couldn't tell from outside. That was rash. A little rash...!
The good-looking bald man who had spoken first stepped forward from the crowd. "May I ask who you...?"
"Headquarters." Tan Pang was pulling this stunt right in their faces, yet remained utterly composed. He interrupted impatiently, "Raise the barrier. My car needs to enter the Main Building. Hurry up."
Handsome Baldy carefully examined Tan Pang's clothes and the badge bearing one moon and two stars on his chest, then extended his perception slightly.
Whoosh!
As he extended his perception, the badge on Tan Pang's chest glowed faintly black, making it particularly conspicuous.
Seeing that everything checked out, Handsome Baldy immediately bowed and nodded. "Sir, what are you here to do?"
"Do I need to tell you what I'm doing?" Tan Pang raised an eyebrow. "Hurry up."
With that, he turned to leave, his expression dark. "Oh, right. You don't need to follow me inside."
"B-but this is a restricted area. If I may ask, do you have a mission warrant from headquarters?" Watching his retreating back, Handsome Baldy steeled himself and pressed, "W-we need to keep a record."
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