"Action."
Zhao Wen pressed the earpiece in his ear and then swaggered in with the group. Perhaps due to its confidence, Xingchen was overly lax in human resource management, relying entirely on high-tech security.
As Zhao Wen's group entered, no one in the guard room noticed. While they walked in, they vaguely heard some voices.
"Blast it," "Damn it, how dare you interfere with my cards," "You've lost," "Treat us to dinner tonight."
The group exchanged smiles; it was surprisingly smooth. They had come well-prepared. At that moment, their information was already available in the school's internal network, indicating that they were students of Xingchen.
Having many people has its advantages. As soon as they entered the school, everyone split up, each holding a detailed map of Xingchen. Even the damaged statues were marked. It was unclear who made this, but it certainly worked in their favor.
