"Notify you immediately at the slightest sign of trouble, hahaha, that's really killing me," someone in the spacious basement of the Sam Country Embassy said while mimicking Lan Xing's words, causing laughter from many around.
The ambassador was also nearby, not stopping the laughter, but instead appearing contemplative, eyes fixed intently on the electronic screen. Beside him stood a martial arts hall officer from the embassy, about fifty years old, dressed in a well-fitted officer's uniform, exuding a sharp aura, standing straight—clearly a veteran—also staring at the electronic screen with a heavy expression.
"Your Excellency, the martial arts hall officer, what are your thoughts?" the ambassador asked quietly, suppressing the laughter of everyone. They quickly resumed typing on their keyboards, eyes glued to their screens, busy once more.
