In the midst of silence, Jia Yi watched as Lanaia left with her companion.
Faced with Fu Qian's blatant personal threat, this regional head cowered once again.
Though puzzled about why the Academy Instructor was behaving so badly, he was clearly not willing to risk his life on a gamble.
After all, the murderer's body was here, and with the Academy's backing, once the identity was confirmed, all he had to do was think about how to report it properly—it wouldn't be hard to muddle through.
As for reporting to the Academy, putting some pressure on them might be feasible, but he was skeptical about its effectiveness.
"Pleasant cooperation."
Fu Qian took one last look at Ruan Shuo's corpse and raised the car window.
Speed is of the essence in war; there was no time to tangle with Jia Yi here.
Unlike his own strategy shift from physical to mental, "it" clearly went from mental to physical.