Gao Guang was very nervous, and if he wasn't nervous at this moment, that would be a lie.
The Secret Service agents weren't just some street punks; they were well-trained experts. And Gao Guang had not actually installed any bombs or set any traps in this room.
To increase the chances of success and add some safety, Gao Guang felt it was necessary to do something.
Those beers, the ones spiked with a diuretic, might work to some extent.
Gao Guang looked at Hilter and whispered, "There is beer in the fridge, let them drink it. Is there a way?"
"Drinking is prohibited during work, but..."
Hilter hesitated for a moment, then he whispered, "The beer also..."
Gao Guang nodded and whispered, "Try it."
Hilter went out. He left the bedroom door open so that Gao Guang could see him, then he gestured with his hands, "It's okay, everything has calmed down. Hunter just got a bit too excited... you know."
