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At nine o'clock, Ye Fan drove to the Yanhuang Organization Southeast Asia Special Zone Office.
Just like the offices in the inland provinces and cities, the guards at the door were peripheral members of the Yanhuang Organization. While their aura as Martial Artists was faint, they stood as straight as spears, eyes fixed straight ahead, unmoving, clearly displaying military discipline.
"Hello, please show your identification."
After Ye Fan voluntarily stopped the car, one of the peripheral members, holding a steel gun, stepped forward in two strides and saluted Ye Fan.
"My name is Ye Fan, here is my ID," Ye Fan said, handing his ID card to the peripheral member and adding, "Director Yan asked me to come to inquire about something."
"Please wait a moment."
The peripheral member on guard duty examined Ye Fan's ID card, then handed it back to Ye Fan, turned around to enter the guardhouse and made a phone call to consult with superiors.
