No need to do a thing and still get paid, casually practicing cardistry, delving into the study of magic, recklessly wasting time—this was the kind of life he liked.
But even for this kind of life, his feelings stopped just at liking it.
People still have to do things, after all; responsibility and duty often compel them to act.
"However, wouldn't criminals once caught by someone like Tang Hexun hold a grudge after his retirement, harboring thoughts of revenge, for example?" Jiang Shu thought of the kind of plots that were common in certain movies.
When a boss washes his hands of his old life, it often invites the enmity of the villains, sparking new incidents.
The analogy wasn't quite appropriate, but that was the general idea.
"The police department has a special area designed for cop families and retired officers. Tang Hexun has a house there. That place... suspicious figures can't infiltrate it," Wolf chuckled, "You're thinking too much."
