Drip, drip.
A business van drove up to the outside of the exhibition hall; a photographer who was waiting outside turned his head and sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
"Sister, sister, quick, look."
"What is it? Can't you see I'm out here trying to scoop the news?"
"Sister, the news is right behind you—the vehicle from the Northern Federation embassy; they really did call people from the embassy over."
The female journalist turned around immediately and saw that the vehicle's number plate was indeed a special one, her eyes lighting up at once.
"They aren't just bluffing, hurry, go take a picture."
The commotion on the periphery quickly alerted more people; when several blond Northern Federation nationals stepped out of the business vehicle, the people from various departments who were blocking the door glanced at each other.
"Leader, it looks like they really are people from the Northern Federation embassy."
