"Let's go upstairs and take a look."
Dirk Carter said to Arlo Yarbrough.
The two of them walked up the stairs to the second-floor office area.
Perhaps to make the hallway cool as well, almost all the office doors on the second floor were wide open.
The cold air poured out of the rooms, making the corridor feel chilly.
And in these offices, most people were either not working or taking a break.
"Hehe, king bomb, I win, money please, hurry up..."
They walked a few more steps.
From the office with the plaque "Registration Department," came shouts.
Dirk Carter walked to the door to take a look.
He saw a desk pushed together to form a square table, with three people sitting around it. One of them had their uniform buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and a peaked cap tilted on their head.
One foot was propped on a chair, while stuffing cash into their pockets from the other two players.
Besides that.
