Was Tangze in a bad mood? Of course he was.
No matter who it was, after doing the same job for six years, they would inevitably have entered that burned-out phase where there was no passion left.
If he had shown any enthusiasm or interest in the job at first, it was mainly because, well, force of habit from his past life, you know how it was. On the other hand, he had also been a little curious about what form these familiar strangers would take in this world and cultural setting.
After actually getting in contact with them, though, his interest began to plummet.
There was nothing to be curious about. There was nothing new under the sun. The only difference was the degree of lawlessness, depending on the relevant laws of each country and how strongly they were enforced. Everything else was still that same familiar routine.
In less than a week, Tangze had mapped out the situation around Beika while taking city walks. Not only had he successfully built Tooru Amuro's image as some big shot with an extraordinary background, he had also figured out the scope and areas that needed to be cleared out next...
How should he put it? Between six years undercover and all the investigations and reviews before and after, the time he had spent as upper management in certain organizations was the longest career he had ever had across both lives. Some things were practically engraved in his DNA: criminal jargon, the locations of underground channels, how to coordinate handoffs and communicate, how to fabricate an identity for himself. He could do all of it without even thinking.
With the job being this utterly unchallenging, it was only natural that he was not especially interested.
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