Chapter 421: Don

There was no real way to handle this chatty mountain goat; since he couldn't actually cook it, Li Ang grimaced and carried the incessantly bleating head, striding quickly through the dim corridors of the Cleanup Bureau, scanning the nameplates on each office door.

Harry Morgan (Level 2 Crisis Handler)

Emma Alman (Level 1 Disaster Handler)

Li Ang Lian (Level 3 Accident Handler)... Hmm, there it is—wait, my office is right next to Senior Emma's~

Glancing at the familiar name on the neighboring plaque, Li Ang's lips unconsciously curled upward.

Of course, this didn't mean he had any feelings for her; back when he first joined, having a kind, beautiful, and utterly reliable senior next door was simply a joy... Hmm? Was there something flashing inside her office?

Catching a strange glimmer through the small window in the corridor, Li Ang took a step back to peek in—and immediately returned, face blank, stepping stiffly into his own office.

Nothing else: on Emma's desk sat a massive, three-meter-long curved scythe, its surface thickly coated in brown rust; the flash he'd seen was sunlight reflecting off the blade.

Her office wasn't at all what he'd imagined—no charming potted plants, elegant dresses, or cute children's toys. Instead, it was piled high with bizarre, even terrifying objects.

Bloodstained bandages, a dented hammer, an open antique coffin, a leather-bound ancient book of dubious origin, skeletal remains of unknown creatures, and even half a hanging execution platform—its massive guillotine blade raised several meters, suspended by ropes, then dropped with a *crack! when the executioner cut them loose.

Well, perhaps Senior Emma was a gentle person, but the peculiar nature of the Cleanup Bureau meant her gentleness existed only in her personality.

He still remembered last night, rushing to the intensive care ward, seeing her fingerprints pressed into the hard metal corner cabinet—made by sheer brute strength.

After reaffirming his decision to never provoke her, Li Ang rummaged through his office and found, exactly where the red-haired director said, a large suitcase nearly identical to Emma's.

Brass-reinforced corners, a sturdy solid wood frame, tough hide with crocodile-like texture... Though its appearance was plain and unadorned, lacking modern decorative carvings or metal clasps, the moment he touched it, he knew: the quality of materials alone made it expensive.

The only decoration on the entire case was a golden emblem stamped on the side of the metal handle—the emblem of the Virgin Cleanup Bureau: a dung beetle pushing a dung ball.

Inside, the suitcase had multiple nested custom compartments; the leftmost hollow with two horns was clearly meant for the black goat, beside it lay a disassembled long-range nail gun and six silver-white gas canisters the size of cantaloupes.

Seeing this familiar "big sniper," Li Ang's heart warmed slightly—he knew this had to be from Senior Emma.

She truly cared for him; even yesterday, after finishing the investigation, she didn't clean her bloodstains first but pulled him aside for a long talk, detailing every nuance of "cleanup work," and repeatedly warned him of dangerous points to watch out for.

And now, just as he was about to go on a mission, she'd deliberately left her weapon for him... This debt was enormous; when she needed help, he would give everything—no less than she'd given him.

With tears in his eyes, Li Ang set up the suitcase, jammed the still cursing black goat into its head-shaped slot, then slammed the lid shut.

Something strange happened: the instant the heavy leather case locked, the incessant noise in his ears and the curses in his mind vanished instantly—total silence descended.

Perfect~ With this, he could take the black goat out without it scaring Anna with its babbling.

Satisfied, Li Ang grabbed the suitcase's handle and pulled with all his strength!

Not even a twitch...???

Staring at the massive suitcase that didn't budge an inch, Li Ang widened his eyes, gripped the handles with both hands, and yanked with every ounce of strength he had.

The suitcase finally reacted—barely lifting an inch off the ground before crashing down with a thunderous *thud*, shaking dust from every surface in the office.

"..."

Solid wood frame, crocodile-hide, metal fittings, plus a goat head and a big sniper inside... If this doesn't weigh fifty or sixty kilos, I'll eat this suitcase!

Looking at his own thin, malnourished arms, then at the massive suitcase lying on the floor like it was mocking him, "frail and weak" Li Ang sighed helplessly, wisely gave up on carrying it, grabbed his credentials, and stormed out toward the Police Department cafeteria.

Eat! I'm going to eat like a beast! Turn myself into a giant! Then train hard! At the very least, I'll get strong enough to lift this damn suitcase myself!

Otherwise, when Senior Emma needs help and I can't even carry a suitcase, and have to beg her to lift it for me—how the hell am I supposed to live with myself?

"Anna... burp... look what I brought you?"

Stepping into the intensive care ward, seeing the frail girl on the bed looking up with surprise, Li Ang couldn't help but smile.

He lifted the rosewood lunchbox, gave it a gentle shake, and before Anna could answer, grinned and revealed the surprise:

"It's cod soup—the one you loved as a child! I checked: the cod was caught this morning from the Outer River, and fresh milk was added!"

Cod and milk... That must be expensive.

Hearing Li Ang, Anna hesitated:

"Brother, you just joined yesterday, and now you're moving me to a better ward and bringing me such expensive soup... Isn't that a bit...?"

"Don't worry about it. You just focus on getting better... Let me see your leg."

Setting the three-tiered cafeteria meal box on the bedside table, Li Ang lifted the blanket slightly, glanced at his sister's bandaged right thigh, and asked gently:

"Does it hurt? It's all my fault—if I hadn't brought you to this hospital, you wouldn't have..."

"It doesn't hurt! Hey!"

Surprised by how fast he moved, the frail girl blushed faintly, snatched the blanket back to cover her thigh, then grabbed his arm and scolded:

"Brother! My skirt was cut open during bandaging—don't go rummaging! And why do you always blame yourself for everything?

When you brought me here, you couldn't have known the hospital's gas pipe would explode. This was just an accident—it's not your fault!"

(End of Chapter)