The so-called Military Tribunal was something that made all military officers wary. Put plainly, it meant wielding the power of the Enforcement Army to judge an individual or group. Its authority had no defined limit; it could even shake figures at the marshal level.
From top to bottom in the military, anyone who encountered a Military Tribunal would surely get a headache.
When necessary, the Enforcement Army even had the authority to execute offending military personnel on the spot. The weapons in the hands of the officers on either side were no mere display—every one of them had killed before.
What chilled Leng Li even more was that this Military Tribunal was completely closed off. He had been trapped here, cut off from the outside world, and the power over his life and death had, in effect, fallen entirely into Fan Lang's hands.
Never mind that he had some stains that could not see the light of day—even if he were completely innocent, he could not withstand others slinging mud at him!
A thought flashed through Leng Li's mind, and he even considered charging out. So long as he could contact the outside world and make use of his connections, there would still be room to turn things around.
No one else was needed. Armor Piercing Great Commander alone had the ability to protect him, or at least contend with Fan Lang so he would not be completely at someone else's mercy.
"Leng Li!" Fan Lang barked. His voice became tangible sound waves that rolled forth like surging tides. "Your crimes are countless, and you have repeatedly violated the Military Regulations. Framing the loyal An Zihao back then was merely one of them. I also hold evidence of other crimes. I will tell you every last one, so that even