Fiscella, clenching his teeth, sat back in his chair, his face ashen with silence for a long moment, shaking his head, he said, "According to that guy, even if Flavio gives the order, he can still evade it. Besides, these Leray people are all the same. Putting pressure on Flavio won't do much good."
"Then...." Cheng Zhixuan said anxiously, "Are we just going to watch him mess around here?"
"Gather evidence, first figure out the connection between the bandit army and him." Fiscella habitually rubbed his fingers, his eyelids drooping, he said coldly, "If there is solid evidence, I can send him to a military court."
