C318 "encirclement!"

A few days later, a few men were chatting in the lounge of the No. 35 Security Bureau.

They were sitting casually, either resting their feet on the edge of the table or lying on the sofa with their hands spread out. They were twisting their necks, rolling their eyes, tilting their heads, and holding cigarettes in their mouths. They all looked arrogant and unruly