At the four corners of the hall, sections of the wall panels split open with a sharp *c***k*. Four automated sniper rifles emerged, their barrels trained on the people in the hall. Ding Zihui hunched her shoulders, panic evident on her face. Yang Song’s chest was still heaving, her complexion pale. Fang Daichuan glanced back and immediately spread his arms, shielding the girls behind him and positioning himself on the periphery of the group.
"Players, please proceed to identify your identity cards in sequence," the machine by the wall intoned in its emotionless, mechanical voice.
Boss Du glanced around, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, and stepped forward first. He took out his identity card, looked back at everyone, then swiped the card through the machine’s reader.
A *beep* sounded. The ma
