The middle-aged man entered from outside, seeing Leon and the big uncle "inside" the door, then smiled kindly and said,
"I'll change the destination back right away."
"Ah, we're not in a hurry!"
Seeing the middle-aged man, the big uncle instinctively stood up straight, then lowered his head with reverence and said,
"Sir Leader, you've been looking quite worn out lately. Please take care of your health."
Leon, following behind, felt his pupils narrow. He then mimicked the big uncle, lowering his head respectfully, while repeatedly memorizing the middle-aged man's appearance in his mind.
The Rebels' leader, whom the Secret Investigation Bureau had spent years trying to find, was standing right before him, just two meters away. *He had to remember this face clearly... Hmm... Why did his features seem somewhat familiar?*
Unaware that one of the two people before him was a Cleaner from the Purification Bureau, the middle-aged man closed the door again, touched the nameplate on the edge of the redwood door frame, and the luxurious redwood door twisted back into the old iron warehouse door.
"Go out now, I've changed the destination back."
"Thank you, Sir Leader!"
"Hehe, you're welcome."
Leon, who was watching the middle-aged man's operations throughout, was deep in thought as he stared at the nameplate on the door frame. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man, unintentionally revealing his identity, smiled and asked,
"By the way, Owen, you and little Baskin are drenched in sweat. Have you just returned from shopping? Why don't you rest before heading back?"
The big uncle named Owen hesitated for a moment, then sighed and confessed,
"Lord Nathan, little Baskin got beaten up again yesterday, and his money was stolen. I'm worried that old Baskin will squander the money, so I wanted to take him to get it back as soon as possible."
Hearing Owen's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but remember the scene from the morning, then looked at the bruises on "little Baskin's" elbow, and the smile on his face faded.
"You probably won't have time to find him."
Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man looked at "little Baskin" with a hint of guilt and said,
"When I was meeting a friend on Patriot Street this morning, I actually saw your father on the opposite side of the street. He was stumbling out of a tavern, likely having spent the entire night drinking on your money.
But before I could go over, he started urinating on the National War Memorial Wall in the street. When patrolling guards saw him, they kicked him a few times and took him away. Your money is likely gone for good."
"It doesn't matter. I've gotten used to being beaten up and robbed."
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Leon adjusted his facial expression to appear like a dead-inside youth, all the while gazing with a hint of longing as he asked,
"Sir Leader, what... what should I do to gain such miraculous powers like yours?"
Unable to fight back against his alcoholic father, he longed for power? *Such a naive and superficial wish could never give rise to a true Abnormal.*
Looking at the "little Baskin" in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head internally.
He had long assessed this somewhat solitary youth and concluded that he didn't possess the conditions to become an "Abnormal," not even including him in the observation list for the Aquarius Director.
Seeing Leon's frail arms layered with old and new bruises, and recalling that morning's scene with the iron combat medal spat with anger and phlegm by old Baskin onto the wall, the middle-aged man fell silent momentarily. Then he let out a deep sigh and extended his hand toward "little Baskin."
"Give me a strand of your hair, and I'll take a look for you."