At the instant Yu Meng spoke, Zhao Yulong furrowed his brow, seemingly feeling that such direct and crude actions were inappropriate.
But Zhao Yulong's body was more honest than his thoughts, with the two of them, one in front and one behind, completely blocking the kneeling researcher's retreat.
Yu Meng and Zhao Yulong almost simultaneously stretched out their hands and pressed down on the researcher's left and right shoulders respectively.
"Did you find anything?"
Zhao Yulong asked, frowning.
"You are..."
"Bai, Bai Weicai. I'm in charge of zone C, D-level personnel."
"Backend, facial recognition."
Beep beep beep—
Several surveillance devices on the ceiling simultaneously rotated.
The beeping noise continued unabated.
"After validating the face and iris, it's Bai Weicai, D-level personnel. No problem!"
Soon, the response from the backend reached Yu Meng's ears.
Subsequently, about ten seconds later, dense yet orderly footsteps came from all sides of the corridor.
