The night descended like ink, slowly enveloping the entire world.
The hustle and bustle of a long day gradually settled into peace, and the Special Agent Bureau's base appeared especially tranquil under the cover of night.
Lin Lang had just sat down in the guest room, ready to take a short rest.
Just then, a light knock came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Lin Lang responded.
Zou Limu opened the door and entered, his face showing a hint of inquiry.
Zou Limu walked up to Lin Lang, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then asked softly:
"Lin Lang, my young friend, I'm here to ask about that girl... Is she really a Fierce Beast, and what is your relationship with her?"
As soon as he spoke, he seemed to realize his question was somewhat abrupt and quickly added:
"I'm just purely curious, that's all! No matter what, I trust your judgment. Our Special Agent Bureau isn't the kind of reckless agency that kills Fierce Beasts on sight."
