C129 Who Is Impolite to Whom

Crack! Crack!

The door to the lounge opened.

A squad of security guards barged in.

Twenty odd people stood majestically, all of them tall and sturdy, with rough faces, and looking at the uniforms, it was obvious that they were Bright Moon Group guards.

The guards held baseball bats, metal tigers, beer bottles, and even bricks in their hands.

In any case