"That wasn't me!" Leon tried to explain.
But the brightly smiling cartoon face on the wall left him feeling rather powerless.
At that moment, the sound of an argument came from the distance.
Leon led Sherry out of the elevator, his gaze sweeping over the walls as veins faintly bulged on his forehead.
The first floor of the building covered more than ten thousand square meters.
The former small workshops and offices had all been torn down.
Now, there was only a central reception desk, visitor lounges separated by transparent glass on either side, and elevators running straight up and down.
He had heard that the design came from a Widow agent.
She had once run a multinational design company for the Red Room.
When designing this building, she had taken minimalism, tranquility, and release as her themes, leading her team through the night to draft the blueprints.
Looking at it now, the building's design was indeed spacious and open, refreshing at a glance.
But what was with all the colorful cartoon drawings covering the walls?
Didn't painting complicated, multicolored patterns all over minimalist glass rooms seem jarring?
More importantly, why were they all Superman? And why was it Underwear Superman, drawn with Leon's face?
Leon took a deep breath and covered Sherry's eyes, feeling that his reputation was about to be ruined today.
Then he looked toward the other end of the first floor.
More than a dozen Widow agents were gathered there, arguing.
Leon activated Super Hearing.
"This part is wrong! Listen to me, the boss's pecs aren't that small. I checked them myself!"
Yelena's voice rang out loudly.
"And this Superman versus Batman mural should be drawn like this: have the boss trap Batman's head between his biceps. It'd look incredibly powerful! Totally awesome!"
"No, no!" someone