Chapter 58: Chapter 058 Unhappy Mood Chapter 58: Chapter 058 Unhappy Mood Inside the office, Horace silently counted the passing time, even stepping out to take a few communications.
When he returned, his face etched with difficulty.
Fu Xing, who was chatting with Bernard, saw this and slightly furrowed his brows, “Ran into some trouble?”
“Cough cough… Commander, there’s another problem. Jason is one of the Princess’s people, with complex relationships backing him. Before we could even bring him in, I received messages from three senior officers, all hinting that I should let it go and give them face.”
“Then this matter just got interesting.”
Bernard half-jokingly said, “Everyone knows that once someone enters our Eighth Fleet, there’s no turning back. We can get whatever evidence we want.”
Fu Xing, propping his cheek with one hand, said with interest, “What if I insist on pursuing it?”
Upon hearing that the matter involved the Princess, Bernard’s sitting posture changed, and his expression became much more serious.
He had come over today specifically because the issue involved the Princess.
Having the Imperial Family involved changed everything.
“The Princess will be displeased, and her faction’s people will also pressure the Commander,” Horace said with a serious face. “The main thing is that we have no evidence, no concrete way to convict and arrest anyone.”
“So…” Fu Xing lowered his gaze, falling into thought.
Just then, the military’s specialized communication screen in the office lit up, and Admiral Holman appeared on the screen after connecting.
The expressions of several people in the office changed, not expecting that Admiral Holman would personally intervene to coordinate.
“Admiral.” Everyone immediately stood up, saluting and greeting him.
Admiral Holman maintained his usual cheerful demeanor, returned the salute, and then kindly said, “You two go out, I’ll speak with Fu Xing.”
Horace and Bernard both left, not going far, they just waited in the hallway outside, discussing recent events.
About half an hour later, the door of the Supreme Commander’s office automatically opened.
Horace entered to see Fu Xing standing near the window, his back to the door, gazing in the direction of the Artificial Sea, his eyes deep and distant, his feelings complex and difficult to discern.
Horace understood the outcome of the coordination in his heart.
“I’ll go pull our people back.” He turned his head and started to walk away.
“There’s one more thing.”
“Please give your orders, Commander,” Horace said, not saluting this time but instead placing his right hand on his chest, performing an ancient ritual of a noble offering loyalty to their lord.
Fu Xing turned around, his face noble and handsome as ever, showing no sign of disturbance as he casually said, “I’m in a bad mood. Since we can’t punish Jason, let’s just arrest the other group plotting against Lin Fu for now.”
Horace remained composed, but inside he was astounded.
He couldn’t believe that the Duke trusted Lady Lin Fu so much that, despite the evidence laid before him, he still wouldn’t harbor an ounce of doubt.
This… was simply unfathomable.
Capital Star, Zone 23 black market—
This was the most chaotic place on Capital Star, a mixed bag of characters, a paradise for criminals and madmen.
Interstellar smuggling was rampant, and the Royal Guard tasked with maintaining order turned a blind eye to Zone 23.
But tonight was different. Law enforcement, the Guard Team, and special forces joined forces, flipping the vast Zone 23 upside down. Countless people hidden in the dark were killed or captured, while the rest fled in all directions.
By dawn, the ground in Zone 23 was blood-red.
The city’s robotic sanitation workers diligently cleaned and disinfected, and with the rise of the sun, the city returned to its pristine state.
Only the smell of disinfectant lingering in the air served as a reminder of the previous night’s events.
Inside a battle armor fighting arena called Xiling, a tall and exceedingly handsome man kicked open the door of a private box and barged in, disturbing a pair of men and women in an amorous atmosphere.
“Xiling, you are being terribly rude,” said Evelyn, pushing away the man who was keen on pleasing her, her voice cold.
Xiling gestured to the man, “You, get out.”
The man hurried out of the box as if escaping.
Evelyn shifted her sitting position, her demeanor haughty and her air noble, not intimidated by the furious Xiling, her red lips curving into an enticing smile.
“Are you upset for your sister?”