Fish Prison

"Here you go, this is your wage for the week."
After passing over a small pouch, the woman with her legs crossed behind the desk casually made a 'Check' in a notebook and then, without looking up, waved her hand to dismiss him and said:
"Remember to file your taxes... Next!"
"Wait a minute!"
After pouring out the coins from the pouch and looking at the eight large and one small, totaling nine filthy coins in his palm, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to pounce on her and fight to the death right there and then.
"Damn it! I just repelled the evil god who was trying to erode the world this Tuesday! You bastard even wants to deduct the salary of the savior?"

I! Cleaner!

So... the thing I did at that restaurant, you've actually found out about it already?


Looking at Leon's suddenly tense expression, the female officer couldn't help but blink in speechlessness.


*I thought you were acting so boldly because you had nothing to fear; turns out you really thought you hadn't been exposed?*


She made a remark, and noticing Leon's somewhat puzzled look, the female officer couldn't help but tease, 


"Actually, you covered your tracks pretty decently—not only did you keep your face covered the whole time, but after your attack, you immediately went to a bustling shopping mall. We couldn't have found you unless you changed your clothes casually in some bathroom.


But your luck was extraordinarily bad, as you ended up getting hit by a falling money box and taken to the hospital. To make things worse, your photo was taken by a reporter from The Sun News and ended up as the headline on the society section.


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