"Are you the one called Leon?"
After hearing his name, Leon, who was heavily bandaged on his hands and shoulders and fixed on the hospital bed, struggled to turn his head. He saw an old man with graying hair and muscles on his brow knotted into a "川" shape.
"And you are?"
"You don't need to worry about who I am."
Without answering Leon's question, the old man, with two guards, said with an iron-like face and expressionless demeanor,
"You just need to know that you are now the primary suspect in the Ryan Blood Night case and are under investigation."
So... is this man an interrogator from the Secret Investigation Bureau? But shouldn't interrogators have assistants? Why bring guards instead? And they don't seem to be ordinary guards?
Glancing at the two guards behind the old man, from their erect posture and the calluses at the base of their thumbs indicating handling guns, Leon roughly guessed their profession, which made him furrow his brows and turn his head back.
"Hmm?"
