"So you're saying that Paxiu took out the bullet from his body right in front of you all, returned to his rented apartment, took a shower, and even changed his clothes?"
The man, wearing glasses and looking somewhat refined, lowered his head, staring at the young man fully armed in front of him, and asked coldly, "Did he also dry his hair and style it?"
"He didn't do that, at least when we arrived, his hair was still wet," the young man whispered, "Sir, you know, his hair isn't very long, so he doesn't really need to dry it after washing."
"Should I be praising you for your keen observation?" Upon hearing the young man's response, the glasses-wearing man took a deep breath, his voice lowering slightly, akin to the growl of a beast, "Are you all useless? He destroyed the drone, made it back to his apartment, and you still gave him so much time."
