While Mr. Wickliff was arranging the next few matters, someone suddenly knocked on the hospital room door.
Both men were slightly startled. If it had been a doctor, they would have knocked twice at most before pushing the door open. They certainly would not have cared whether the patient needed privacy.
Besides, there was a layer of frosted glass in the door, and the person outside was not wearing a white doctor's coat.
By the time the warden reached the door, it had already been pushed open. Three officials who clearly belonged to the Federal Government entered.
The man in front produced his credentials. "Federal Bureau of Investigation..." His gaze swept around the room before quickly settling on Mr. Wickliff.
The butler stepped between them and Mr. Wickliff. "Sorry, Mr. Wickliff is unwell and isn't fit to receive visitors right now..."
The Federal Bureau of Investigation agent smiled. "I suspect there are problems with your entry procedures. If you refuse to cooperate with the investigation, then according to regulations, you will be deported before midnight tonight..."
Most likely, they would be taken to the International Port, dumped there, and left to wait for the first Passenger Ship to depart the Federation after daybreak.
Just one sentence made refusal impossible.
Mr. Wickliff coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention. He looked at the butler. "It's fine. I'm sure they won't take up too much of my time..." He looked toward the three men. "Am I right?"
The lead agent smiled and walked in.
He looked around, then even picked up the medical report from the bedside table in front of Mr. Wickliff and began flipping through it.
The butler was about to say something, but Mr. Wickliff stopped him.
He knew that without a search warrant, these men could only stand there and