Humble

Jose's other nickname was "the Greedy Fat Pig."

As the name implied, "Fat Pig" naturally came from the layer of fat on Director Jose's body that made anyone who saw him frown.

Even so, the women willing to climb into Director Jose's bed could form a hundred-meter-long queue, and most of them came from respectable families—because he was the head of the official violent institution in the city.

Foreign media had more than once jokingly remarked that the police of this country were dictators more violent and sinister than the gangs that lived by bloodshed.

Director Jose had clearly embodied the foreign media's remarks perfectly.

In fact, before thirteen years ago, Director Jose had not yet existed as a voracious giant crocodile.

However, after an operation named UPP began and the country's violent institutions "liberated" numerous slums through supposedly bloodless means, the wealth of this "Greedy Fat Pig" had truly begun to soar.

As for why, it was of course because of a certain international sports event that had just been held not long ago.

To make the whole world feel that this country—especially this city—was not quite as unsafe as the media reported, the country's regime had brought out every weapon in its arsenal. Naturally, the results had been quite impressive.

As for whether such results could continue indefinitely, that was up to personal opinion.

But to Director Jose, none of that mattered—it was because his wealth had already accumulated to an astonishing level. Even if he threw away his official position, he could become a generous tycoon overseas and continue indulging in the pleasures of life to his heart's content.

However, Director Jose, whose life had always gone smoothly, had clearly been extremely irritable these past few days. For example, the hot secretary from the office in front