"That damned security force. Nobody else cares, but they have to stick their noses into everything."
Hearing the warning from the potbellied middle-aged man, the young man grew even more irritated. If it were not for their existence, they would only be making more money.
They would not even need to work with Ogre. Even if they split that share of the money evenly, it would still be quite a sum.
"The main problem is still that Security Minister and that Immortal Blades squad under her. Without them, things would be much simpler."
"Now that you mention it, the head of the Security Department... Ogre said she was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. Even the members of that special police division are all gorgeous women! If we could just..."
"Forget it... It's because of them that even the Minister is unwilling to make a move against her lightly."
Seeing his companion's knowing grin, the young man cut him off directly.
"What a waste. A bunch of women, managing public security? They would be better off lying obediently in bed..."
"Well, it's not like there's no chance..."
The young man suddenly thought of something, but he seemed hesitant to speak.
"What chance?"
The middle-aged man froze. He had merely made a casual remark—was there really a way? If there was, that would be far better than these lowly women.
Seeing his companion's eager expression, the young man leisurely picked up his wineglass and took a sip before slowly speaking. "As long as..."
However, before he could finish, the head of the potbellied middle-aged man beside him exploded with a bang!
Blood and flesh burst apart, splattering across his face... covering his entire body.
The young man in the suit froze on the spot, unable to even react.