Bo Jiao was brought to the Deacon Court, flanked by tall and imposing stewards, their serious expressions exuding a wave of pressure.
Bo Jiao's legs immediately turned to jelly.
"Now you know fear?" Zhu Yan sneered coldly.
"My lord, my lord, I swear I am utterly loyal to the organization! You must believe me, this is slander by some vile scoundrel..."
Bo Jiao gritted his teeth in hatred. Whoever dared to report him, he would strip their skin and tear their tendons.
"Whether it's slander or not, you'll face your accuser in court."
A metallic door on one side slid open, and a slender figure stepped out.
Bo Jiao caught sight of the person and his eyes burned with fury.
"It's you, after all."
He could never have imagined that a mere Class C mercenary would dare to leap ranks and report him to the legal unit.
She must have eaten bear's gall and leopard's courage.
