When Isabelle heard this, she quickly put her phone back into her pocket and grabbed a nearby technician by the chair.
The technician was a Rissuan man about 1.8 meters tall, so Isabelle could pull him by the back of his neck with one hand and carry him aside.
After staggering for a moment, he steadied himself. He looked up to see Isabelle sitting in his place, her hands on his keyboard.
He angrily said, “What are you doing? Stop it right now! You’re not allowed to touch this computer!”
The Rissuan man spoke very quickly and fluently.
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