The man who descended from the car wasn't anyone else—it was Lucas Walker.
On the body of the black sedan, there was a clear scratch, exposing the shiny paint job. It was clearly a fresh wound.
A few out-of-breath security guards chased after him, immediately surrounding Lucas Walker in the center, pointing their batons at him.
"Stay still, don't move!"
"You dare interfere in a military zone, you've got guts!"
"Call the police immediately!"
...
Towering over everyone, Lucas Walker, surrounded by security guards, still stood out prominently.
He paid no heed to the words of the security guards. He raised his face, looking at Logan Bennett and Summer Gardner on the stairs.
"Mr. Bennett, I'm here to answer your question!"
Before Logan could respond, Summer was already anxiously rushing down the stairs.
"Don't call the police, please don't call them!" She stopped the security guard who was about to make a call, laughing. "This is a relative of ours, Officer Li."
