With a cold sweat on his back, Nakamura Yuta gritted his teeth and read the document handed to him by the public relations officer. The document described what Nakamura Yuta needed to do as an insider of the port mafia within the government, which happened to hit Nakamura Yuta's bottom line.

Since he said that he wanted to work for Kiyohara Jun, Nakamura Yuta had no way out. He took out a pen from his pocket with trembling hands, gritted his teeth and signed his name on the document. Under the smiling gaze of the public relations officer, he pressed his fingerprint on the document with the ink pad handed to him by the public relations officer.

From then on, Nakamura Yuta became an insider planted by the port mafia in the government and the military and police.

Putting away the documents, the public relations officer gave Nakamura Yuta his first genuine smile, nodded to Nakamura Yuta, then turned his head and looked meaningfully at Nakamura Yuta's subordinates, who had been imprisoned by his supernatural powers since he suddenly appeared in the office and were full of fear.

Nakamura Yuta, who had originally breathed a sigh of relief, followed the PR officer's line of sight and saw the subordinate who had been completely ignored by the PR officer because he had not spoken a word. His eyes froze slightly.

Nakamura Yuta subconsciously looked at the public relations officer, but saw a gun being handed to him by the public relations officer.

Gun... ?

Nakamura Yuta's pupils shrank, and he quickly realized that the PR officer was handing him a gun.

If he still had some trace of regret, then if he really shot his subordinates, those traces of regret would disappear completely, and the port mafia would have one more handle on him.

His eyes moved back and forth between the gun and his subordinates' pleading eyes. In the end, selfishness and the fear of being reported prevailed, and Nakamura Yuta took the gun handed to him by the PR officer.

"Bang."

Without a single tremor, Nakamura Yuta shot and killed his direct subordinate with the pistol.

After firing the gun, Nakamura wanted to put away the gun with his fingerprints on it, but the public relations officer took out an evidence bag, took the pistol with his gloved hands, and put the gun into the evidence bag.

"Welcome Commander Nakamura to join us." As the blood of the fallen subordinates began to splatter, the public relations officer extended his right hand towards Yuta Nakamura.

At this point where there was no way out, Nakamura Yuta calmed down and shook the hand that the public relations officer extended.

"Excuse me, leader, do you have any tasks for me?" After a brief handshake, Nakamura Yuta quickly adapted to his new identity. He called Kiyohara Jun the leader with a serious expression, as if he was still a selfless military policeman, and asked the Mafia high-ranking official, "For example, a supernatural business license?"

"Mission?" The public relations officer smiled faintly when he heard the word "leader" from Nakamura Yuta. "You don't need to do anything extra to get the supernatural business license. For the leader, it's already in his pocket. But there is indeed a mission for you."

"In the near future, Tokyo will send officials to recruit the leader of the Transcendents. As a member of the government, what you need to do is to act as an insider and make those officials pay the price for offending the leader."