"I've told you so many times already! Why do we have to accommodate your situation?"
The man's booming voice echoed through the lobby.
Ichiryū and Tōjō abruptly stopped and looked toward the source of the voice, curious about what was happening in the lobby.
"As for that matter, just as I explained a few days ago..."
"It's because you people won't hurry up and produce the investigation results that we can't make any progress at all! How are you going to take responsibility for this?"
He was a rude, arrogant-looking man. A receptionist stood before him, and he was loudly berating her.
His clothes were rumpled, and he wore an ill-fitting, plain suit. He looked to be around forty. Furious, he slammed the counter hard and viciously cursed at the receptionist without the slightest mercy, every word filthy.
The receptionist was left speechless.
Amon could not turn a blind eye to such rude behavior. Muttering to himself, he strode toward the counter.
"What's with that guy...?"
"Ah! Hey! Wait, Amon!" Even as the people beside him tried to stop him, Amon walked over without hesitation. Ichiryū could only follow.
A Hero Saving a Beauty?
"Amon!"
After Amon approached, the fierce-looking man seemed to notice him as well and nervously shouted at him.
"Huh? What do you want? Can't you see she's troubled?"
"I'm the one who's troubled! Get out of my way! I'm settling this today!" Amon's broad build was intimidating enough to most people, and his thunderous, forceful voice made him even more so. Yet the man did not seem to care at all.
"If you can't communicate rationally, I'll call security."
"What did you say?"
"I said I'll call security. Are you fine with that?"
The man still looked unconcerned. Just as Amon was about to solve the