On the dim underground long bridge, two people stared blankly at the approaching tiger, and after a long pause, Bologue finally asked, as if belatedly realizing.
"Geoffrey?"
Lebius's Blade-Biting Wolf was too recognizable. To be able to interact closely with this Blade-Biting Wolf without being attacked, Bologue thought the person must also be from the Order Bureau. Coupled with previous rumors, he easily guessed the person's identity.
The tiger took off his mask, revealing a familiar face—it was Geoffrey.
Unlike the two who were in a sorry state, Geoffrey's attire was impeccably neat, with hardly any stains of blood, his expression relaxed. In what was hell for Bologue, Geoffrey looked as if he was out on a picnic.
"Geoffrey!"
Before Bologue could continue questioning, Palmer shouted emotionally, spreading his arms wide, running toward Geoffrey, determined to give him a loving hug.
