"It looks like ..." Ding Lan leaned against the wall and spoke to Zhao Yu in Chinese,"there are some things that we can't avoid just because we want to! They're still going to make a move on us ..."
"Shut up!" The security guard behind her immediately rushed over and held a Baton to Ding Lan. Ding Lan had no choice but to stick to the wall.
By now, Zhao Yu understood that the two security guards were obviously up to no good. They must have received some orders to make things difficult for him or to find out some information.
If it had been in the past, he would have already lost his temper, but in this situation, Zhao Yu had no choice but to suppress his anger.
However, the reality was much worse than Zhao Yu had imagined.
"I found it!" The security guard, who was searching the items, called out. He then took out a bag of white powder from Zhao Yu's luggage.
Then, he immediately called into the walkie-talkie.