"Eh? Boss! Have you already sorted it out?" He was astonished, watching Sui Yi with his tongue tied.
"Mm-hmm, you and Xu, take one each,"
If Sui Yi’s sending of such expensive and thoughtful gifts to Demon Que, soone she hadn’t t before, was a manifestation of her generosity and capriciousness, then the giving of seals to Fatty Gao was a sign of her disregard for material wealth.
Mu Sang and the others looked at each other, rueful that they had contemplated ways to woo the Chinese expert in private. They were relieved they hadn’t resorted to monetary incentives; otherwise, it would’ve been a significant embarrassnt.
Initially, Fatty Gao felt obliged to reciprocate, after all, the seal was of top quality, and Sui Yi had carved it using the Demon Que Sword Technique. The lines were sharp, brimming with Sword Qi—there was no other seal like it in the world, and naturally, it was priceless. Therefore, he felt uneasy about accepting it...
Until Ye Zixu, who had already gone downstairs, calmly accepted his, and Fatty Gao swiftly took the other.
As if I, a chubby fellow, would be afraid to take it when Mr. Emotionless Face did—it ant selling my life to her anyway...
After all, such a generous Master was unheard of in my life. Not to ntion, Old Man Pang hadn’t paid him a di... a true Scrooge!
In the anti, breakfast was served. Sui Yi sat in her chair, and the others... Losar and Cao Qijun were sitting, and so was Yosef.
Mu Sang and the others were there, keeping Demon Que company by watching Ah Bao...
But their ears were all pricked up.
Yosef cleared his throat and sat up straight in front of Sui Yi.
Collecting his thoughts, he took in her seemingly frail and delicate figure and her fair, exquisite face. He reminded himself that she was just a woman with legs no thicker than his arms.
No need to be afraid, no need to be afraid, would she even dare to make a move against ?
The officers from the London Police Departnt collectively chanted this in their minds, casting nervous glances at the ancient Chinese longsword hanging on the back of Sui Yi’s chair.
Ah, I can’t bear to look; the more I see, the more demonic it feels~
"Sui Yi," Yosef called out, knowing it was impossible to bypass the people from the Duke’s Mansion to inquire or take soone to the police station, as her display of swordsmanship had clearly indicated that she didn’t belong to the usual category of people, but rather to that secret and special circle.
The international convention—those with combat abilities are not to be treated under ordinary law; otherwise, it would lead to great chaos.
Those from certain circles are to be dealt with according to the rules of their own circles.
Thus, Yosef knew he absolutely could not take her away today, nor could he use national judicial systems, unless he called upon the Masters from within—the Inner Court. But the situation hadn’t escalated to that point yet, and there was no sufficient evidence.
Sui Yi looked at him, sipped so water, her expression serene.
He then formally asked, "Our authorities captured seven villains from the attack yesterday"
Noticing the Duke and Duchess frowned, he turned his gaze back to the person in front of him... her expression remained the sa.
Yosef thought for a mont, squinted his eyes, and got straight to the point, "They all accuse you of being the person who instigated the attack. What is your opinion on this?"
Opinion...
Sui Yi’s left hand cradled the mug with warm water, soothing the bandaged hand, while her right hand’s slender fingers, with luminescent skin, appeared fragile...
"What do you think my opinion should be?" Sui Yi’s counter-question took Yosef by surprise; he darkened his expression and said, "I thought you might want to explain sothing?"
The Duke and Duchess tried not to interrupt, perhaps also keen to see how Sui Yi would deal with this group...
"Do you know why they didn’t die?"
The question was startling!
Sui Yi twirled the mug with her fingers, her voice light, "Could it be that by not killing them, I ant to have them point fingers at ?"
The statent sent another jolt through the room.
"If those people knew , they wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to plan this assassination, as they are of no use to ,"
"But if they don’t know , and the seven of them can assert after being captured that I instructed them, don’t you consider that soone within your ranks might have told them sothing?"
She lifted her gaze, her eyes leisurely locking onto Yosef, "Coming here late, investigating in chaos, and then arriving with such confidence, am I not right to assu that soone has also said sothing to you... perhaps, from the Marton Family?"
You!
Yosef, enraged, stood up abruptly, "Miss, based on your last remark alone, I can consider it as slander against !"
The officers behind him imdiately drew their guns...
Without a word, several of the Duke’s Mansion’s guards also drew their weapons!
Law?
Here it was only half as effective!
The Duke and Duchess remained calmly seated, and the person in question, Sui Yi, stirred the hot water in her cup, lowering her eyes, "Force is always sothing that ignites at the slightest provocation; one moves, the second is bound to follow. Put them away,"
Yosef turned to see Ye Zixu standing beside him, his weapon still resting on his neck.
Publicly threatening him, an officer, was simply...!!!
"Put... put them away!"
Clenching his teeth, he ordered his subordinates to lower their weapons.
These n had no choice but to holster their guns, yet they secretly released a sigh of relief; not only did they stand no chance against those from the Duke’s Mansion, but this young man and that woman... they were far out of their league.
"Ha! A Chinese expert, I admit, we cannot match your combat abilities, but the justice and majesty of the British Empire will not be insulted by you! Do you think I only have those seven n’s testimonies? Let’s leave!"
Was this a hint of settling scores later? And it seed that they might have other evidence against Sui Yi—perhaps arranged by the mastermind behind the scenes? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it on qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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