After stepping out of the carriage, Kudo took a deep breath, as if trying to expel all the stifling air from inside. His heart was still pounding rapidly, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, but he did not bother to wipe it away. He simply stood quietly in place, calming the anxiety churning within him.
He secretly congratulated himself that the conversation was finally over. Although the entire process had been far from perfect, at least no major mishaps had occurred. He knew all too well the unimaginable consequences that awaited him should the mission fail. The organization he had joined was one of the largest and most evil transnational criminal syndicates in the world, with a vast sphere of influence spanning every corner of the globe. Their methods were cruel and merciless, ruthlessly eliminating anyone or anything that stood in their way. Furthermore, their influence was so immense that they could trigger a regime change in a small African nation within a single day, sparking global political turmoil. To such an organization, a minor player like him was nothing more than an ant. If he were ever careless enough to get caught up in the power struggles of the upper echelons, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.
At this thought, Kudo shuddered involuntarily, silently warning himself to act with the utmost caution and never to show the slightest negligence.
Chapter 93