The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

The Taste of Strategy (1)

In an office on the Second Floor.

As the walls were made of glass, we had a clear view of the stage.

In order to revive the chilled atmosphere, the dancers were intensifying their efforts.

Mong-Doo and I casually cradled our glasses.

“Thank you for helping my employees earlier.”

I returned Madam Shim’s words with a bold statement.

“No biggie, he was just making a nuisance.”

“Although they come here often, my girls have quite a dislike for them since they lack manners.”