C40 The Dejected the Interrogation Department

A girl emerged from the room, tousling her freshly washed hair. She was wearing a cute onesie, which seemed out of place in the messy room, yet her movements and demeanor fit perfectly, as if she belonged there.

"Who's she?" Little Loongloong asked, draping a towel over his head and reaching to uncover a cup of instant noodles.

Erlong grabbed his hand. "Hold on, it's not ready yet