——Since when do others get to make them write reviews?!
——This is fucking disgraceful!
Nora Scott was annoyed by their noise.
She simply took out the whistle, put it in her mouth, and blew hard.
"Beep—"
The piercingly loud whistle broke through the air, rendering all sounds into oblivion.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Their ears were nearly deafened.
Meanwhile, Marcus Shaw, who was closest to Nora Scott, raised his hand to rub his ears, then glanced at Nora Scott, but dared not express even a bit of opinion.
At the same time——
Outside, orderly footsteps suddenly sounded.
Everyone's attention was drawn away.
Soon, they saw the curtain open, with two teams of people entering, surrounding the conference table from left and right.
They wore identical camouflage uniforms, yet had no identity markings, seeming not to be part of the group stationed for guard and patrol.
