"Shouldn't we go over there now?"
After confirming that there was no trace of a Numbered Monster in the landmark buildings that had collapsed with a thunderous crash when the Mechanical Dragon broke through the ground,
and finishing their search of the Financial City's once-prosperous yet now deserted and devastated streets,
the suited figure who was still dressed as he had been during the C-Rank battle walked through the collapsed Lantehe Building. Gou Yu looked at Meng Lang, who was leaning against reinforced glass with a massive silver crossbow on his shoulder, and asked:
"The captain's injuries should be serious."
"Hey, neither of us can heal him. Going over there would just mean standing around with our eyes wide open. Don't worry, Xiao Huo. The kid won't die that easily."
Seeing him put away his Night Bureau equipment upon returning, Meng Lang spread his hands and shrugged helplessly. Then, through the gaps in the fallen skyscraper, he looked toward the ruins of the street over there.
At least he knew enough to summon a coat from the Black Box for the injured woman beside him to wear.
Meng Lang withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes, smiling knowingly as he quietly and conscientiously chose not to disturb them.
"So this time, we won't go over there and play third wheel for him."
Remember to thank me, kid.
Wrapped in the young man's usual Night Bureau trench coat, she watched as his breathing gradually slowed and his eyelids closed again. Just as she reached out with her fingertips, intending to lightly touch his face,
her azure eyes froze slightly as the golden-haired figure heard an urgent cry filled with concern.
"Fang Ran!!"
Then, within her azure field of vision, she saw an intelligent and beautiful woman hurrying toward them.
Having witnessed