"That entrance belongs to my friend."
A soldier immediately turned around and reported this to the middle-aged major.
Then he turned around and looked at Leon up and down. He frowned and said, "Ask them to come here." Leon walked up to him and said indifferently, "This is the entrance of my friend. He invited me to his demon space to kill monsters. If you don't have any problem, I'll go in first." He was not interested in what happened in Bismarck or even in North Dakota. All he wanted to do was to quickly clean up his demon space and then change the entrance to the demon space.
But obviously, these people wouldn't let Leon go there so easily.
The major said fiercely, "It seems that your friend is also an American. Where did you come from? How dare he kill the elite enforcers trained by the army of Bismarck!" Leon's eyes twinkled and replied indifferently, "We are from New York." It seemed that this middle-aged major was not polite at all.