Yan Yu cursed inwardly, then raised her hand. The gesture served as a silent signal.
In an instant, every member of the Special Management Bureau present drew their weapons with practiced synchronization. The flashing of cold steel and the clicking of bolt-action rifles echoed back and forth, sounding particularly grating in the tense atmosphere.
Feeling deeply helpless, Yin Qi drew her pistol from her holster.
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