Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "These police are really good at passing the buck."
"It's understandable, but I suspect it's not that the police don't want to come in, rather, we pressured them not to pursue the investigation."
Viscount Godoy Saka sighed,
"The people you see around you are nearly the ones who hold the real power on this planet; aside from my less-than-fortunate situation, most of them control vast networks and wealth."
"Those who are failing won't come here just to embarrass themselves."
Yang Ming nodded and smiled, "You can't decide this lifestyle, Uncle; you're withstanding the pressure given by our forefathers."
"And you still know how to console people. We can't make choices, but we can strive to change."
The two men looked at each other and smiled. Yang Ming casually picked up a glass of something resembling watermelon juice and took a sip; Viscount Godoy Saka stared at the glass before turning his head and fake gagging.
Yang Ming: ...
Click, so weak.
