The burly man in the black suit silently watched the gradually cooling mountainside, "Now that the excitement is over, let's head back. Oh, who received a call earlier saying one of our female staff members was bullied?"
"Director, it was me," the assistant said, casually adjusting his glasses while recording energy fluctuation data, "A staff member asked for leave because of personal matters and was bullied by some street punks on the way home."
"Oh? Was it a commoner or a Combat Training Master? I haven't experienced the thrill of fist-to-fist combat in a long time," said the burly man as he cracked his knuckles and twisted his thick neck, seemingly eager for a man-to-man showdown.
The other men in black suits exchanged glances, then quickly lowered their heads and stepped back half a step.
The assistant glanced at the bulging muscles under the burly man's suit, "She's already been rescued."