"Has An Nishang become mentally impaired by her boy toy? Wanting to launch a military coup—such an event, I find it a bit hard to believe,"
said Yan Chong, once the Director of the Judicial Bureau and now the commander of the outer military district, as he held a silver-haired girl in his arms, her tender, bare skin covered with scars from torment.
Yan Chong pinched the girl's lower lip, a glint of scrutiny in his eyes.
Vazmir, sitting opposite Yan Chong, calmly spoke, "Commander Yan, our Director An is far stronger than you imagine. In a way, she has already been authorized by the Night Empire Headquarters.
If we want to stand against her, we must unite together.
Commander Yan, you must know that if the military district you control stands idly by, waiting for Director An to seize full power over the main district of the Ninth Special Zone,
then when the lips are gone, the teeth get cold. Surely Commander Yan understands this principle?"
