"Besides, there are thirty-one private communication requests, and I am the last," Monger said, his scalp tingling as he dealt with the barrage of calls from important figures. It was his first time receiving a communique from the Imperial Prime Minister.
The situation with the Lady had blown up far too greatly this time.
Fu Xing’s slender fingers gently tapped on the Commander-exclusive armrest, expressing helplessly, "My life must be too dull, so she decided to add some ’color’ to it."
Nearby, Bernard, who was checking the navigation report, couldn’t help but twitch his mouth corners and chuckle inwardly.
Was it the color of blood?
Fu Xing now, compared to a qualified husband, seemed more like a dutiful father, hopelessly trying to clean up a mess while dealing with a wild child at home.
Bernard now found his wife’s shopping habits endearing, lacking any comparison to this situation.
Fu Xing glanced indifferently at Bernard and continued, "First, contact the family lawyer for me, make a report of this incident and send it to him. Inform him that I want Lin Fu’s outcome to be acquitted."
"Also, first connect me with Admiral Xia Zeming’s call, everyone else can wait."
"What about Randall? How has the aftermath been handled?" Finally, Fu Xing asked the question he cared about most.
"The Guard Captain is personally handling the Lady’s confinement, it should be concluded soon."
Fu Xing waved his hand, once again feeling helpless.
"Also, the Intelligence Chief has already accompanied the military law squad to interrogate the Lady," Monger carefully chose his words, wanting to mention that the military law squad might be harsh and the Lady would suffer, but he paused and ultimately decided not to speak it.
How could the Commander not know that being interrogated would bring suffering!
Hearing this, Fu Xing’s expression immediately darkened.
"Who permitted the interrogation?"
"Eh?" Isn’t interrogation the normal procedure after a killing?
Monger had anticipated that the Commander would be concerned about the Lady being mistreated during the interrogation, but he never expected that the Commander would disallow even the interrogation process itself.
Wasn’t this too arbitrary?
At that moment, Monger felt as if his respected upperclassman had torn down his own pedestal.
Fu Xing, rarely overtaken by emotions, cursed under his breath and turned to leave. Yet, on the large screen behind him, Admiral Xia Zeming’s call had already been connected, but Xia Zeming could only see Fu Xing’s retreating back.
"Hey! What’s with this kid?"
The light overhead suddenly turned on, stinging Lin Fu’s eyes, causing her to instinctively close them, and it took a while before she could open them again.
The guard urging her impatiently, Lin Fu dragged her heavy feet and sat in the chair in the center.
"Click, click," two crisp metallic sounds locked both her hands and feet, and the Spirit Suppressor around her neck was constantly activated, making her entire body feel lethargic and weak.
This feeling was similar to being severely ill in her past life, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
She lazily leaned back in the chair, looked up at the middle-aged man leading the interrogation, pulled a corner of her mouth into a mocking smile, and said, "Why are you still interrogating? It was self-defense! Can’t you see? Isn’t this just a waste of everyone’s time?"
The people sitting outside the interrogation room all wore grim expressions, the interrogation of Lin Fu already exerting immense psychological pressure on them.
This was the Eighth Fleet, already out of the Capital Star and traveling through space.
The Guard Captain, Randall, had made a strong and clear stance by bringing her onto the flagship.
It was clear to everyone how deep the waters ran here.