His scummy glare was the first thing I saw. He was rambling on as if trying to convince the world that he was a villain. It was to the point that I thought the hassle wasn’t worth it. Honestly, even without any prior intel, just meeting this guy would be enough for me to know that he was a villain. His gaze was off, like he was halfway between a deranged genius and a lunatic off his medications. 0

He was like Seraphim, Villain Song, or the old followers of Commander Jin.1

Of course, there seemed to be a clear difference in their skills. It seemed like he had sorted out his personal affairs, but there were gaps all over the place. It was obvious that research funds were leaking out somewhere, and the reports about business trips to the Republic and North were full of inconsistencies. 0

There were signs of him trying to make it all look legit, but it didn’t take much digging to see that something was off. That said, I couldn’t say I had definitive proof. It wasn't like I witnessed the crime myself.0

‘But… I don’t think I really need to go through all that.’0

I had a feeling. It was hard to deny that—one way or another—he was connected to the six-pointed...0