The Internal Staff gazed at his old section chief, unable to utter even a single apology.
The Chief, who had been standing below for quite some time, saw the look on his subordinate's face and realized that his last bit of wishful thinking was crushed.
He sighed and stubbed out his cigarette.
"Let's go."
About an hour ago, the Internal Staff should have been sitting on the Regret Chair in the interrogation room.
Yet, he spoke up on his behalf, and then personally came to assist with the arrest.
After all, being colleagues for twenty years, in such a department, who doesn't know each other?
Upon confirming that the Internal Staff hadn't fled but returned home, the Chief already knew what the Internal Staff was thinking.
He understood that if other Field Agents came to arrest him, in cases of intentionally leaking secrets, they would certainly not be too considerate.
