Two months had passed, and autumn had arrived. On the streets, yellowed fallen leaves were piled up everywhere, and the autumn wind blew past, carrying a hint of coldness.
Alex huddled in his office at the Patrol Department, holding a steaming cup of hot tea and blowing on it to warm his hands.
Because no serious cases had occurred, the recent days for the Extraordinaries passed extremely leisurely and peacefully.
Wood and Hughes had gone to the sword training room, the sound of clashing metal echoing from afar, while Alex had to stay behind on duty, dealing with some tedious paperwork.
Having just finished lunch at noon, his stomach full and his eyelids heavy, while he was terribly sleepy and nodding off, suddenly there were urgent knocks on the door of the duty room.
Alex jolted awake, rubbed his eyes, and went over to open the door, seeing June standing outside with a serious expression.
