Lagren walked out from the backyard of the hotel with a bag of coal.
Although the night would be cold because of the season, it wasn't to the point that a boiler was needed. However, whenever Lagren thought of the six little girls' poor sleep, he felt he should make the rooms warmer, even though he knew what caused them to lose sleep wasn't the temperature.
But at least, a warmer room could help them sleep, right?
The boiler was ignited, the shattered coals were inserted bit by bit. Feeling a growing warmth, Lagren took his beer mug and loaded it with beer without washing his hands.
Gulp, Gulp.
His gulping echoed in the empty hotel lobby, but it couldn't cover the commotion outside Stove-grilled Fish.
The explosion from before sent the Spec Ops group into an ugly state. The ordinary police dare not appear, so the Spec Ops group were forced to complete the rescue and clean up given their limited manpower.
"This is really troublesome."
