Horatio Magee was a short middle-aged man.
He had an ordinary appearance and a plump build, but the black coat he wore did a good job hiding his figure, and his somewhat bloated face always carried a hint of restraint.
He was indeed a bit restrained.
As the leader of an intelligence investigation team in the Military Intelligence Bureau, he usually ran around various areas, earning a decent salary, but had few opportunities to interact with the bureau's management.
Generally speaking, the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau comprised officers re-assigned from other posts, and for someone like him, who was not even an official government servant, the chance for further promotion was slim.
Next to him came the sound of clear, rhythmic footsteps.
Magee immediately straightened his chest and raised his head, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to make himself look less nervous.
