"Kid, are you out of your mind? A place like The Ninth Bureau is something you think you can meddle in?"
In the study of a large flat, a middle‑aged man glared at his son in front of him, his face twisted in anger.
If it weren't for the fact that this was a son born to him late in life, the middle‑aged man would've long since slapped this son straight into the wall.
"What's the big deal? Everyone says The Ninth Bureau is loaded. I just want to get in and grab a slice of the pie, that's not too much to ask, right?"
Clearly, the young man didn't take his father's words to heart at all. In his eyes, as long as he had his father, getting into any department he wanted was never a problem.
He'd even already given a heads‑up to people in The Ninth Bureau before coming back to tell his father about it.
The young man never imagined that the moment he mentioned those three words, "The Ninth Bureau," his father would completely blow his top.
