Someone was coming downstairs!
Hearing footsteps from the stairwell, Leon, who had destroyed more than half of the dungeon, immediately stopped and pulled the policewoman back. He then pressed against the Black Goat's horns.
"Director?"
Seeing the scar-faced burly man emerging from the stairwell, the policewoman, despite being prepared, couldn't help an inexplicable wave of bitterness from washing over her heart. *Her chief might have been a bit cowardly, always habitually retreating in the face of trouble, unwilling to engage in any trouble at all, but he was actually a pretty decent person.*
*Working together at the Secret Investigation Bureau for several years, they had partnered on nearly a hundred missions, even facing several life-and-death crises together. In her heart, he was almost as close as an elder uncle or family relative.*
