"You stay, the others go to your assigned posts and stand guard."
The people scattered immediately, heading to their positions according to the prior arrangements. The middle-aged man came over, chuckled, and patted Luis on the shoulder, saying, "Young man, your future is boundless. President Ben is very satisfied with you. Your performance this time was quite commendable."
This was such fucking official talk. 'Boundless future'? Yet he didn't send anyone to offer condolences; it was, after all, an on-the-job injury.
The middle-aged man continued, "The leaders dislike large, ostentatious receptions, and have explicitly forbidden anyone from going outside to greet them. Therefore, their cars will stop directly in front of our main entrance."
