Fang Zheng did not care whether Phantom Thief Kid committed crimes or not. Just as he had told Aoko, if you were a police officer, then you had to enforce the law impartially. You could not go easy on a criminal just because they had some hidden circumstances. Likewise, if you wanted to be a terrorist, then see it through to the end. You could not lose your nerve just because there were several thousand innocent civilians among your targets.
That was professionalism. So-called loving the job you did—that was what it meant.
So from the police's perspective, Fang Zheng was not like Inspector Nakamori, flying into a rage over Phantom Thief Kid. The other side was a criminal, while he was a cop. They were natural enemies. Did you expect the other side not to mess with you to the bitter end?
If the mid laner deliberately fed, was I supposed to stop pushing the crystal?
That made no sense, right?
So in Fang Zheng's view, Inspector Nakamori raging every time he failed to catch Phantom Thief Kid was nothing more than impotent fury. It was exactly like some bronze elementary schooler smashing their phone after losing a ranked match.
In Fang Zheng's view, impotent fury was useless.
So he was not angry in the slightest right now.
"So that's what they said, huh?"
Sitting behind his desk, Fang Zheng looked at Akemi with a smile. Akemi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Fang Zheng. What... should we do?"
"Heh, he sure had it all planned out."
Looking at the report in front of him, Fang Zheng gave a cold laugh. If Umbrella wanted to grow, it needed media support. Yet Fang Zheng found currying favor with the media far too boring, so he had simply decided