"This is too much!" Juliet slammed the table in anger and scolded,"aren't you afraid of causing international disputes?"
"That's right. In our country, such inferior threats are often seen as a sign of incompetence!" "Aren't you guys a disgrace to the British Empire?" Yoakam taunted.
"Whatever you say," Scott said without minding,"but today, you must leave the password!
"So, don't waste any more time." He pointed to the white paper on the table."Please start!"
After Scott finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell into a dead silence.
No one moved. They just looked at the white paper on the table and the purple liquid ...
"Well ..." At this time, Jake glanced at the crowd, walked to the table, and said,"I've already told you, my password is 6! Therefore, my persistence is meaningless!"
After that, he took a pen and wrote the Arabic number " 6" under his name.