Fang Qingyu held that cup of tea that was no longer warm, silent for a few seconds.
There were no angry questions, no slamming of the table.
Instead, Fang Qingyu’s face showed an extrely strange smile.
First, a silent tug of the lips, then a few low yet clear chuckles, with undisguised sarcasm in the laughter.
"Heh..."
He anticipated the investigation would encounter resistance.
He might even face soone similar to Jiang Taixuan, a figure with sensitive status and imnse involvent, once again.
But he never expected, as it seems now... that even the majority of others stood on the other side.
This really is... a great irony.
Fang Qingyu stopped chuckling, lifted his head, his gaze like a torch, piercing through the mist of the tea, stabbing towards Jiang Ying’s deep eyes, his voice as calm as a placid lake:
"So, that Luo Family, is that Luo Family?"
He emphasized the word "that".
Having enough influence in the Supre Council, proposing and passing the order to transfer Fang Qingyu’s team away from the current battle zone to the City of Injustice, a power with such obvious motives, besides the Luoshui Profound Chapter of Bibo City, that behemoth with the lineage of "Luo God" Mifei, who could it be?
Jiang Ying t his gaze without any evasion, nor did she directly answer that na.
She rely nodded slowly.
This action in itself, explained everything.
Implicit agreent is the strongest confirmation.
The office fell into a brief silence, with only the fragrance of tea floating.
Jiang Ying picked up the teacup but didn’t drink, just looked at Fang Qingyu, softly asked: "Do you bla ?"
Her tone carried a subtle and unnoticeable complex emotion.
As a direct superior, she couldn’t provide more direct assistance.
As soone who knew part of the inside story, she also understood Fang Qingyu’s anger.
Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Ying, slowly shook his head, eyes calm and undisturbed: "No."
He understood from the beginning that Jiang Ying’s stance and considerations were different from his own.
Just like in dealing with Jiang Taixuan, Jiang Ying needed a complete chain of evidence and a big-picture view to ensure the stability of Glazed Light City.
This ti it involved the Luo Family, a similarly deeply rooted, tier-four or above strong family, and an influential force in the Bibo City war zone that could even reach the Supre Council.
It was unrealistic to demand Jiang Ying to shake or even oppose such a family for his personal investigation.
Fang Qingyu chose to simplify matters, to act with swift justice, this was his own choice.
He wouldn’t transfer his anger onto Jiang Ying, who couldn’t be as simple due to her responsibilities and larger perspective.
But... what about Hong Qitian?
A flicker of perplexity flashed through Fang Qingyu’s eyes.
The old man was the Supre Commander of the Arctic Front, held a transcendent status, and the Federation’s strongest was his son.
Did he also have to consider the Luo Family?
Moreover, he clearly supported his investigation, why did he tacitly approve the council’s transfer order?
Fang Qingyu didn’t believe Hong Qitian was oblivious to this matter.
Nor did he believe that the old man, who could enlist the Nanji Elder and utter such commanding words as "because my son isn’t dead yet," would tolerate such behavior from the Luo Family and remain indifferent.
Jiang Ying seed to see through the doubt in Fang Qingyu’s heart, put down the teacup.
Her fingers unconsciously tapped gently on the smooth table, her voice lowered even further: "The true pinnacle force stationed at the Arctic Great Wall Defense Line, isn’t just Hong the old man."
"Along the entire defense line, there are five Tier Five strengths."
Fang Qingyu’s mind trembled, this layer of information was far beyond his previous knowledge!
Jiang Ying continued: "Hong the old man is one, our mysterious minister from Abyss Hunting is one, and the remaining three... are from different noble families."
Her gaze beca extrely deep, "Luo Family of Bibo City... is one of them."
Fang Qingyu’s pupils suddenly contracted.
The Luo Family actually has a Tier Five?!
This completely overturned his previous intelligence understanding.
Jiang Ying watched his expression, a subtle aningful curve forming again at the corners of her mouth.
Her body leaned slightly back into the wide sofa, throwing out a question that further shook Fang Qingyu’s heart: "Besides, you’ve seemingly... always had a misunderstanding. Have you always thought that the Federation’s currently recognized strongest was Director Hong, sitting at the headquarters of the Divine Managent Bureau?"
Fang Qingyu’s brow instantly furrowed, his expression clearly taken aback.
This was nearly a consensus in the Federation.
Subconsciously, he questioned: "Isn’t it?"
"Of course not."
Jiang Ying shook her head, resolutely.
She lifted her teacup, took a gentle sip, seemingly giving Fang Qingyu ti to digest this information, then placed the cup down, her eyes intensely fixed on him, dripping out the answer word by word:
"The true first person of the Federation is the old man himself."
... This answer left Fang Qingyu sowhat unable to react.
The old man, who carried a fishing rod all day, wore an old military coat along the ice river, smiling with a face full of wrinkles...
He was the Federation’s first strongest?
This information was too subversive, completely beyond Fang Qingyu’s cognitive frawork.
The usual calm on his face showed a clear disturbance for the first ti.
His pupils slightly contracted, his breath seed to pause for a mont.
Watching Fang Qingyu fall into a massive shock.
Jiang Ying did not disturb, just quietly sipping tea, giving him ti to process.
After more than ten seconds, Fang Qingyu exhaled a long breath, the storm in his eyes gradually subsiding, though the shock remained deeply buried beneath them.
He looked again at Jiang Ying, his voice low: "And the old man does nothing?"
The trace of regret reappeared on Jiang Ying’s face, her voice also lowered: "But the old man... he only has one strike left."
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