Not wanting to waste words with the security guard, Mark Reed waved his hand: "You can go, I'll look around myself."
"Alright, Mr. Reed, please feel free to look around."
The security guard, feeling a sense of relief, ran off quickly and bumped into a colleague who grabbed him: "Who are those two people? How could you just let them in."
"Shh." The security guard's face was still pale, and he glanced behind him anxiously to ensure they had walked away, before lowering his voice to say: "That's Mr. Reed."
"Mr. Reed? Just because he said he's Mr. Reed, he's Mr. Reed? Are you sure?"
The security guard stretched his neck to look at the two figures walking away, but it was too dark to see clearly.
"I'm certainly sure, no ordinary person has Mr. Reed's presence, it must be him, no mistake."
The security guard wiped the sweat off his forehead, his heart still pounding.
