The office door of the Special Execution Department was pushed open once again, though it wasn't yet time to resume work in the afternoon.
The lackluster eyes of the Inferior glanced toward the door, only to see someone who shouldn't have been there…
There was Russell, who had taken sick leave, looking quite spirited as he followed behind Cui Que.
In one hand, he carried a big bag of fried chicken and, for some reason, held a bag of buns in the other.
The fried chicken was bought outside the Tianen Compound, but the buns appeared to be cafeteria fare, and they were already cold.
Normally, the Inferior would have made a sarcastic comment, "Are you so eager to come to the office just to show everyone your peculiar taste in food?"
Or he might have jabbed, "Wasn't our hero on leave for two days? How did the Minister drag you back?"
But he really wasn't feeling spirited now; he could only glance at Russell and make a symbolic, harmless attack.
"Brought these for you."
