The opportunities life offered were truly impossible to explain.
No wonder everyone tried to interpret fate and the future, even when they entrusted the answers to ghosts and gods.
But how could humanity's tiny lives possibly interpret the marvels of fate? Over the past few years, Evan Agent had never once entered the Director's office. He only gave a polite greeting whenever they happened to meet before or after work.
The Director would at most give a slight nod to show that he had heard him, and then offer no further response.
No smile, no further acknowledgment. He might not even have known Evan Agent's name! Yet over the past two days—less than twenty-four hours in total—Evan had entered the Director's office twice.
The first time, he had gone in of his own accord. The second time, which was now, the Director had summoned him.
He stood outside the Director's office and knocked. "It's me, Evan. The assistant said you wanted me to come over."
The Director was sitting in his office, pondering something unusual.
A little after nine the previous evening, the Internal Affairs Department had called him and told him that someone had reported that a team leader under him had accepted Dirty Money.
During this period, corrupt cops accepting Dirty Money was fairly common, because the criminal organizations were too powerful! The Five Great Families of Bu Peien that had been wiped out and the Five Great Families of the Federation had all been backed by high-level capitalists and high-ranking politicians.
Sometimes, their bribes did not represent only themselves. They also represented certain other people.
The political game had never been a game of one-sided integrity. Its core rule was to ensure that one's own side had more people than the opposing side—or, in other words, to