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.
