"ID card."
The receptionist, seeing Li Qingming staring blankly, waved her hand again, "No ID, no internet access."
"I have it." Li Qingming nodded upon hearing this, reaching into his bag.
Of course, it couldn't possibly be a baseball bat this time.
He honestly pulled out the ID card from his memories, along with a 100 Alliance banknote that he hadn't touched in a long time, and handed them over to the receptionist.
The receptionist took the credentials and placed them on some kind of scanner, waiting for a moment without any result.
"Huh?" She looked more closely, suddenly let out a short exclamation, and picked up the credentials to examine, "What kind of ID is this? Are you a foreigner?"
Li Qingming's expression immediately tightened.
Oh no, this was the new version of the ID card issued after the Alliance was established.
And looking around, this scene seemed to be from twenty-something years ago, indeed, such IDs should not have existed yet.
