Feng Jun had only mentioned it casually, but Xuan Gao understood the people of the Federation far better than he did. He knew far more than most about the grudges and entanglements between the Grand Marshal and the old marshal; he simply had never considered things from that angle before.
But now, Feng Jun had suddenly opened a window for him, making him realize that he had overlooked another possibility—not that he could not understand it, but that he had never imagined events could develop this way.
Now that he realized he might have stumbled into something enormous, he picked up the military-only communicator again and called an internal military channel. "Director Zhi, I've found that this isn't simple... Feng Jun told me that it might have been someone within the military."
"What a surprise. You only just figured that out?" The other side spoke unhurriedly. "Didn't you latch onto Number One's coattails? Why are you contacting me?"
"If someone invited you to spend two days in a military detention cell, you'd latch onto those coattails too." Xuan Gao still had a bellyful of complaints. "Do you really think I'm capable enough to climb that high branch with no connections at all? Let me tell you... I was forced into it."
"Hehe." Boss Zhi laughed from the other end, sounding thoroughly delighted. "I knew it was like that, but hearing you say it yourself makes me feel even better."
"Cut it out." Xuan Gao sounded miserable. "I just want to know whether the chances are high that someone in the military was involved."
"Does it matter whether they're high or not?" Boss Zhi asked leisurely. "Do you still have a way out?"
That was the truth, but Xuan Gao had another purpose in calling him. "There's no way out, but