The white-bearded old man, who was rather traditional, was clearly unable to accept his grandsons' "cross-dressing fetish," and with a fierce look in his eyes, he charged forward with his cane, ready to give these unruly brats a harsh lesson, sending the equally bewildered muscle heads into a chaotic frenzy.
While the old man and the muscle heads were causing a ruckus, Leon sighed softly in his heart and then deliberately looked upwards at a bull's eye above.
A reflection identical to him... or rather, identical to the mask he wore, was in the eyes of the old yellow bull, looking at Leon, who had turned into his "self" below, and spoke with a headache:
"You're really unexpectedly difficult to deal with... So you weren't completely oblivious before, you actually discovered me trying to steal the source of Number 7, but pretended not to stop me?"
