Zhu Ge's eyes widened as he stared at Yan Ruohai in utter bewilderment.
Yan Ruohai remained expressionless, his voice as flat as though he were reading an official document:
"The Dean personally ordered that Fan Xian preside over the Ox Pen Street case." He paused. "There is no violation in the presiding investigator inviting a prince to assist with the investigation."
Zhu Ge opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
Once they passed through the Overwatch Council's gates, Zhou Cheng released Fan Xian.
"You should know where Si Lili is being held." He glanced at Fan Xian. "Go there now."
Fan Xian nodded blankly.
As he walked, he kept looking back toward the entrance.
Yan Ruohai still stood where he was, his face devoid of expression, though turbulent currents stirred deep in his eyes.
Overwatch Council personnel bustled around them, yet no one stepped forward to stop or question them.
"What... what's going on?" Fan Xian finally couldn't help asking.
He was clearly the one who had invited Zhou Cheng, so why did he seem to be the one who knew nothing now?
The presiding investigator?
When had he become the presiding investigator?
Why hadn't he known?
If he was the presiding investigator, why had he sneaked into the dungeon last night?
Zhou Cheng didn't even turn around, his voice drifting back calmly:
"You should ask Yan Ruohai that question. Would you believe anything I told you?"
Fan Xian was left speechless.
They passed through several corridors and descended a flight of stone steps, soon reaching the depths of the dungeon.
It was the same cold, gloomy passage, the same dim cell.
Si Lili sat cross-legged on a straw mat. Hearing footsteps, she jerked her head up.
The instant she saw Zhou Cheng, a light of hope