章節 73: A Wave of Scumbags

"..."

The room fell into a momentary silence, every motion frozen in time.

"Quite efficient," Si Fuqing straightened her back, her half-closed eyes now fully open. "Come in."

The door swung open, and a middle-aged man entered.

Dressed in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back and glasses perched meticulously on his nose, he emanated an air of exactitude and rigor.

Unperturbed by the number of people in the room, he merely swept his gaze across the space before walking directly to Si Fuqing.

He handed her a USB drive.

"Miss Si, this contains the surveillance footage you requested," he said respectfully. "Not just from the makeup room, but also from the dressing rooms and the competition area."

"Thank you for going to the trouble," Si Fuqing nodded her acknowledgment.

"You're too kind, Miss Si," the middle-aged man smiled. "It's just surveillance footage, hardly a secret."