Officer Takagi: "..."
Inspector!! Don't dump the work you hate on me!!
Though he was weeping inwardly, as a subordinate, he could only obey his superior's orders.
Officer Takagi kept up a strained smile as he saw his colleagues off. Then he picked out a few unlucky souls, took a deep breath, and turned to negotiate in the councilman's office.
"Stop the competition?" Narimasu Kenzou slammed his palm onto the desk in fury, making the thermos on it tremble twice. "What kind of joke is this?!"
When he was younger, whenever someone died around him, he had to grit his teeth and cooperate with the police's troublesome investigations.
But now, he had spent a fortune to become a councilman. If he still had to defer to the police, wouldn't that mean he had spent all that money for nothing? Wouldn't becoming a councilman have been pointless?
These tax thieves should have been accommodating his valuable time, not making him accommodate theirs!
Narimasu Kenzou, who had long been displeased with the police, leaned back in his executive chair and looked up at Officer Takagi standing before his desk. He snapped, "This Charity Tennis Tournament concerns my future political career! And now you want me to stop it just because you police need to investigate a case? Do you have any respect for me at all?!"
Officer Takagi: ...I knew it.
Knowing was one thing, but when faced with people who refused to cooperate, he could only keep smiling. He tried to persuade him, "This concerns your personal safety..."
"Safety, my ass!" Narimasu Kenzou clearly was not suited to the phrase "dignified and respectable," because he could not even be bothered to fake basic politeness. He pointed at the two burly Bodyguards behind him.
"Do you think I hired them to