"Crash!"
The cup smashed against the floor, sending scalding water and porcelain shards flying. Blood trickled from the Jingtuo God's fingertips, but he seemed not to notice. His eyes remained fixed on the screen.
No one around him dared speak. They all stood motionless with their heads lowered.
No one had expected Situ An to dare make all this public. He had pinned every crime on the Investigation Bureau, determined to drag the entire city down with him even in death.
Even more frighteningly, after watching Situ An's final video, some rank-and-file Investigators within the Investigation Bureau had begun to waver.
To investigate anomaly events, they had disregarded their own safety, trading their lives for information.
They sought neither wealth nor power. With the pride of being human, they approached ghost creatures unarmed. It was not that they felt no fear, but that something deep within them allowed them to overcome it: the faith and sacred duty the Investigation Bureau had given them.
But now Situ An had torn away the veil, exposing another side of the Investigation Bureau. Only then did those Investigators who had risked their lives realize that their sacrifices had not bought peace for Hanhai. Instead, they had satisfied the selfish desires of certain people within the Investigation Bureau.
Faith was an Investigator's only weapon against ghost creatures, the source of all their courage. But now that source had been compromised.
The Investigation Bureau's Office Directors present had grievances they could not voice. They knew about the darkness within the bureau, but nine out of ten Investigators were still working hard to protect Hanhai. Situ An was simply smearing them and sowing discord.
"Situ An!"
An icy voice squeezed through clenched teeth. The Jingtuo God touched the communicator he wore and said through gritted teeth, "Send