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Chapter 291 The Federation's Strongest Warrior with Only One Strike Left!
The Great Wall of the Arctic amidst howling winds and snow.

The heavy alloy gate of the Abyss Hunt headquarters slowly closed behind us, shutting out the cold and noise from the outside world.

Fang Qingyu and his team carried three huge metal boxes through the bustling headquarters hall, where screens flickered and communications were constantly ringing, and headed straight for the mission handover area.

"The Seventh Special Operations Team of Abyss Hunt, Fang Qingyu's Squad, mission codename 'Ice Fang', target: the Shadow-Eroded Ice Fang Beast Horde of Riftwind Ice Ridge, has been eliminated. Confirmed number: 23."

Fang Qingyu's voice was steady.

Hand the mission terminal to the staff member in black uniform behind the counter.

The staff member took the terminal and skillfully operated it on the screen, bringing up the mission briefing and key video clips synchronized with the combat recorder.

The main scenes are of the team tracking and setting up ambushes among the ice ridges, and finally, Fang Qingyu riding the Divine Firmament soaring into the sky to pursue them.

As for the transaction that took place on the ice cliff...

And the subsequent bloody revenge of the Dawn members was naturally completely erased, leaving no trace.

"Kill footage confirmed, mission completion rating: Excellent."

The staff member nodded and entered the result into the system: "The merit points have been credited to the team's account. Thank you for your hard work, Captain Fang."

His gaze then fell on the three pieces of equipment at the feet of the group that were clearly not standard military equipment.

Looking at the large, metallic-looking crates, a hint of pure curiosity flashed in his eyes: "Wow, Captain Fang, you guys found three such big crates on your trip? Were they found on the ice plains?"

Chu Kuanglan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes on his rugged face.
He patted the box he was carrying, making a dull thud: "I dug up a treasure on the way back! Hey, when luck comes, you can't stop it!"

The staff member's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, clearly disbelieving the nonsense.

Digging for treasure on the ice plains?

Three such big boxes? You're kidding me!

However, he knew that the members of the Abyss Hunt had different ways of doing things, and there were some secrets that he should not ask about. He just followed the conversation and joked, "That's great. Next time you go on a mission, Captain Fang can take me with you. I'll try my luck and get some benefits."

"Okay, I'll definitely do it next time."

Chu Kuanglan readily agreed, his smile growing even brighter.

The handover process was completed quickly.

Fang Qingyu and his group did not leave immediately, but instead walked to a row of self-service merit exchange terminals that were flashing with a dark blue light on the side of the hall.

Yuan Shou is the sharpest blade on the front line.

Its internal merit exchange system is the best in the Federation, and the variety and rarity of its resources far exceed those of ordinary garrison systems.

Even many items that are considered taboo or have long been lost to the outside world.

You can find redemption options here, as long as you have enough merit points.

Fang Qingyu turned on the screen and swiped his finger across the dazzling list.

Advanced martial arts manuals, rare minerals, exotic life-destroying spirit cores, and ancient scrolls.
A dazzling array of choices.

Fang Qingyu tried sorting by merit price from highest to lowest.

brush!
A name suddenly popped up at the top of the list, followed by a breathtaking string of numbers:

【Item Name】: Everlasting Vine (Remnant)

[Category]: Rare Treasures of Nature - Longevity Category

[Exchange Price]: 9,999,999 Merit Points

[Description]: The remains of an ancient divine vine, containing a vast source of life. Effect: Can extend lifespan by ten years. (Note: Effective only on the first use; subsequent uses reduce the effect until it becomes negligible.)
"hiss--!"

A distinct gasp of cold air echoed between Fang Qingyu and the others.

Even with their strong wills, they were shaken by this astronomical figure and the simple yet powerful "ten-year life extension".

"Ten years?!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened as he pointed at the screen, his voice rising several decibels, "Just this one vine? It can extend your life by ten years?! My God, how many lifetimes of merit would that take?"

"No wonder the price tag is so outrageous."

Even Wei Banmeng's usually cold face was filled with shock. "Ten years is an invaluable treasure for any strong person who is nearing the end of their life but still has the potential to break through. Let alone ten million merits, even if you add a zero more, I'm afraid some people would go bankrupt to exchange it."

Fang Qingyu's gaze lingered on the string of numbers and "extend life by ten years" for a few seconds, a subtle, indescribable light flashing deep within his molten gold vertical pupils.

He thought about many things, but ultimately found peace.

I clicked on the details and took another look. After confirming that everything was correct, I quietly exited the sort list.

Currently, the team's total merit points are only a little over 100,000.

The distance to this goal is like an insurmountable chasm.

"Alright, let's see what we can exchange it for."

Fang Qingyu calmed his mind and began searching for the resources he needed. He mainly exchanged for a batch of rare minerals and beast bone essences for cultivating the third tribulation of the "Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body," which were quite expensive and cost almost half of the merit points he had earned from this mission.

Wei Banmeng exchanged for several special materials that could assist her cultivation.

Lu Jiuyuan chose a jade slip containing a fragment of an ancient sword formation manual.
Jiang Wei browsed for a moment and then changed some meditation flowers.

Redemption complete.

The supplies will be delivered to their courtyard as quickly as possible.

All you need to do is go back and wait.

The group once again shouldered the three heavy metal boxes, preparing to leave the Abyss Hunt headquarters and return to their courtyard to thoroughly examine this unexpected windfall.

However, just as they were about to step out of that heavy alloy door...
"buzz"

A clear vibration came from the communicator in Fang Qingyu's pocket.

He paused, then took out his phone.

The screen displayed an encrypted message from within the Abyss Hunt, and the sender was none other than [Jiang Ying].

The message is very simple:
"Come to my office. Just by yourself."

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others immediately focused their attention on this, their eyes filled with questions.

Fang Qingyu put away his phone and calmly met their gaze: "You guys go back first and put your things away. I have something to do, I need to go see Vice Minister Jiang."

A hint of doubt flashed in Wei Banmeng's eyes, but without any hesitation, she nodded: "Okay. Contact me anytime if needed."

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan nodded to indicate that they understood.

Jiang Wei glanced at Fang Qingyu with her clear red eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

Watching his teammates carry boxes and blend into the crowd on the street outside, Fang Qingyu turned around and, instead of heading towards the exit, walked deeper into the Yuan Shou headquarters, towards the core area that required special access.

The familiar silent officer in black uniform reappeared.

He was led through several strict identity verification gates and into the elevator reserved for the upper floors.

The elevator ascended silently and finally came to a stop.

The door slid open, revealing the same quiet corridor with its dark carpet.

The officer stopped in front of the heavy solid wood door at the end of the room and silently gestured to it.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the door and entered.

The familiar office, the familiar layout.

A faint, calming fragrance permeated the air; it was not sandalwood, but more like the cool scent of cedar mixed with the subtle aroma of tea.

Jiang Ying stood up from behind the large desk.

Today, she wore a well-tailored dark red embroidered cheongsam that accentuated her elegant curves, creating a strange harmony with the solemn office.

With her usual gentle smile on her face, she pointed to the sofa opposite the desk.

"sit."

Fang Qingyu sat down as instructed, straightening his back and looking calmly at Jiang Ying.

I already had a vague premonition.

Jiang Ying didn't speak immediately. Instead, she walked to the tea tray and skillfully began to warm the pot, place the tea leaves, and brew the tea.

The fine celadon tea set was turned over in her fair hands as water was poured in. The aroma of tea rose slowly with the rising steam, adding a touch of tranquility to the office.

She gently pushed a cup of clear, bright green tea onto the coffee table in front of Fang Qingyu.

Only then did he raise his eyes, those eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts carrying a hint of gentle inquiry, getting straight to the point:
"I heard you've been investigating something on your own lately?"

Fang Qingyu picked up the teacup, feeling the warmth of the porcelain with his fingertips. His expression showed no surprise or change, and he nodded calmly: "Mm."

When their team was investigating the Ji family, they used a significant amount of the Abyss Hunting Team's privileges.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu never intended to hide this from Jiang Ying.

Fang Qingyu simply wanted to handle the matter himself with Old Man Hong's help, rather than with the Federation's help, so he didn't report it.

Jiang Ying's smile deepened slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with Fang Qingyu's honesty.

She took a small sip of tea, her red lips glistening with the moisture.

She put down her teacup, leaned forward slightly, crossed her hands on the table, and a hint of inquiry crept into her smile: "How's the investigation going? There should be some good progress?"

Fang Qingyu's lips also curved into a slight smile, and he nodded: "Yes, the progress is acceptable."

Currently, most of the Ji family members who held positions along the Arctic Great Wall have been eliminated.

The mysterious Luo family couldn't help but jump out as well.

I estimate we'll soon be able to catch the Luo family by the skin and figure out who they really are.

Therefore, for Fang Qingyu, the progress is indeed quite good.

However, the smile on Jiang Ying's face slowly faded at that moment.

Instead, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of regret.

She put down her teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly at Fang Qingyu. Her voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority:
"But your progress can only go so far."

Fang Qingyu paused slightly in his hand holding the teacup, and tiny ripples spread across the surface of the tea.

He frowned slightly, looked up and stared directly at Jiang Ying: "Are you going to interfere?"

His tone was calm, but a hint of doubt flashed deep in his golden eyes.

Fang Qingyu didn't think Jiang Ying would stop him, especially since she had already tacitly allowed him to handle it on his own.

"of course not."

Jiang Ying shook her head, a smile returning to her face, tinged with a mix of helplessness and reassurance. "You are the captain of my direct team. Your actions outside, to some extent, represent my will. As long as you act within the framework of the rules, I will only support you and will not hinder you."

She paused, then emphasized, "But just now, the frontline high command urgently passed a transfer order."

Fang Qingyu's doubts were instantly replaced by a premonition.

He looked at Jiang Ying quietly, waiting for her to continue.

“Deep in the Arctic, a massive riot has broken out in the City of Injustice, order has completely collapsed, and communication with the Great Wall is almost severed. The situation there is special and complex, and it is impossible to send a large-scale legion to forcibly suppress it, otherwise it may trigger an even more uncontrollable chain reaction.” Jiang Ying’s voice was clear and calm, as if she were stating a matter of official business that was not her own. “The council held an emergency consultation and decided to select an elite, highly mobile squad with a ‘relatively simple background’ to carry out an emergency suppression and intelligence gathering mission.”

Her gaze fell on Fang Qingyu's face, a hint of complexity in her eyes: "After the vote, your team, Fang Qingyu's team, received the most votes. The transfer order is effective immediately, requiring you to prepare and depart for the City of Injustice as quickly as possible."

silence.

The office was filled with the lingering aroma of tea and the faint, filtered sounds of the city outside the window, through the thick walls.

Fang Qingyu held the cup of tea, which was no longer warm, and remained silent for a few seconds.

There were no angry questions, no slamming of the table in protest.

However, Fang Qingyu wore an extremely strange smile.

First, he silently twitched the corners of his mouth, then let out a few low but clear chuckles, the laughter carrying undisguised sarcasm.

"Ah"

He had anticipated resistance to the investigation.

They might even face another "hero" figure with a sensitive identity and significant implications, similar to Jiang Taixuan.

But to everyone's surprise, it seems that most of the other people are on the other side.

This is truly a great irony.

Fang Qingyu stopped chuckling, raised his head, his gaze sharp and penetrating through the steaming tea, piercing Jiang Ying's deep eyes. His voice was calm and utterly unwavering:
"So, that Luo family is the same Luo family?"

He emphasized that part.

Who else could be so influential in the Supreme Council, able to propose and pass the transfer of Fang Qingyu's team from the current war zone to that unjust city, with such obvious motives, but the Luo Shui Xuan Zhang lineage of Bibo City, that behemoth with the bloodline of "Luo Shen" Mi Fei?
Jiang Ying met his gaze without flinching or directly answering the question about the name.

She simply nodded slowly.

The action itself says it all.

The default is the most powerful confirmation.

A brief silence fell over the office, broken only by the wafting aroma of tea.

Jiang Ying picked up her teacup but didn't drink it. She just looked at Fang Qingyu and asked softly, "Will you blame me?"

Her tone carried a subtle, complex emotion.

As his direct supervisor, she couldn't offer more direct help. But as someone who knew part of the story, she understood Fang Qingyu's anger.

Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Ying, slowly shook his head, his eyes calm and unwavering: "No."

He understood from the beginning that Jiang Ying's position and considerations were different from his.

Just like when dealing with Jiang Taixuan, Jiang Ying needs a complete chain of evidence and a strategic vision to ensure the stability of Liuli Guangcheng.

This time, the Luo family is involved, a behemoth that is equally deeply rooted, possesses experts of the fourth rank or above, and plays a pivotal role in the Bibo City war zone. Its influence can even reach the highest council.

It is unrealistic to expect Jiang Ying to shake or even confront such a family for his personal investigation.

Fang Qingyu chose to simplify things and settle scores quickly; it was his own choice.

They will not hold a grudge against Jiang Ying, who is not as simple as she is due to her duties and circumstances.

But what about Hong Qitian?

A hint of confusion flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

The old man is the commander-in-chief of the Arctic front, holding a transcendent position, and the Federation's strongest person is his son.

Does he also have to consider the Luo family's influence?
Moreover, he clearly supported his own investigation, so why did he acquiesce to the parliament's order to transfer him?
Fang Qingyu did not believe that Hong Qitian was unaware of this matter.

They found it even more hard to believe that the old man who could persuade the Antarctic Elder to speak with such domineering words as "because my son is not dead yet" would tolerate the Luo family's behavior without doing anything.

Jiang Ying seemed to see through Fang Qingyu's doubts, and she put down her teacup.

His fingers tapped lightly on the smooth tabletop unconsciously, and he lowered his voice even further: "The true pinnacle of combat power stationed at the Arctic Great Wall defense line is not just Old Master Hong alone."

"There are a total of five Tier 5 combatants in the entire defense line."

Fang Qingyu was shocked; the level of this information far exceeded what he had known before!
Jiang Ying continued, "Old Master Hong is one, our mysterious minister from Yuan Shou is another, and there are three others from different aristocratic families."

Her gaze became extremely profound. "The Luo family of Bibo City is one of them."

Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Luo family actually has a fifth-tier member?!
This completely overturned his previous understanding of intelligence.

Looking at his expression, Jiang Ying's lips curled into a meaningful smile once again.

Leaning back slightly into the large sofa, he posed a question that shook Fang Qingyu to his core: "And it seems you've always had a misunderstanding. Have you always thought that the Federation's undisputed strongest person is Director Hong, who is stationed at the headquarters of the Divine Administration Bureau?"

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed instantly, and he was clearly taken aback.

This is almost a federal consensus.

He instinctively retorted, "Isn't that right?"

"of course not."

Jiang Ying shook her head, her voice firm and resolute.

She picked up her teacup, took a small sip, seemingly giving Fang Qingyu time to process the information, before setting the cup down, looking intently at him, and uttering her answer, word by word:

"The real number one person in the Federation is the old man himself."

This answer left Fang Qingyu somewhat bewildered.

Old Mr. Hong, who always carried a fishing rod, wore an old military overcoat, and patrolled the frozen riverbank, his face full of wrinkles when he smiled.
He is the strongest in the Federation?
This information was so revolutionary that it completely exceeded Fang Qingyu's cognitive framework.

For the first time, his usual calm expression showed a noticeable change.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his breath seemed to stop for a moment.

Seeing Fang Qingyu fall into a huge shock.

Jiang Ying didn't disturb him, but quietly sipped her tea, giving him time to digest.

After more than ten seconds, Fang Qingyu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The turmoil in his eyes gradually subsided, but the shock remained deep in his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Ying again, his voice low and deep: "Then the master doesn't care?"

The regret on Jiang Ying's face reappeared, and her voice lowered: "But the old man... he only has one more knife left."

"One cut?" Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

“Yes, one strike.” Jiang Ying’s tone was both certain and solemn. “Before the old man made that strike, he was not only the number one person in the Federation, but also the number one person in all the dimensions we know of.”

"Including those god-dimensional beings and spirit-dimensional beings who covet us, the universally acknowledged supreme beings! They are truly the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all alien races! That is why no supreme god or spirit dares to descend upon our world in their true form. Do you understand, Fang Qingyu?"

After a long while, Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I understand."

He finally understood many things.

Jiang Ying has her responsibilities and a broader perspective to consider, so she can't do whatever she wants.

As for Old Master Hong, the true pillar of the Federation, his remaining strike was the ultimate deterrent hanging over the heads of all the alien races, protecting the entire human world.

This weapon must not be used lightly, nor should it be wasted on internal strife.

The old man's tacit approval of the council's order did not mean he had given up the investigation; rather, he had chosen a different approach.

He turned his sharper blade to one of the root causes of the problem.

No matter how egregious or intolerable the Luo family's actions may be, their weight is far too light compared to the scales of Juedian Yidao and the safety of the entire Federation.

Having figured this out, the last trace of resentment and doubt in Fang Qingyu's eyes dissipated.

He raised his head, his gaze sharp and calm once more, and looked at Jiang Ying: "So, what exactly is the Luo family trying to do with their deal with the Fate Ghost?"

He can be transferred, he can go to the city of injustice.

But before leaving, he needed to know the core purpose behind the deal that the other party had gone to such great lengths and was willing to pay such a high price for.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ying's expression also turned serious.

She raised her hand, and an invisible wave instantly enveloped the entire office.

In this absolutely safe environment, she slowly opened her mouth, uttering two weighty words:
"To prolong life."

Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Ying continued, "Luo Qingyi, the current Luo family goddess, has lived for 286 years. She is a true living fossil, having personally witnessed the entire modern history of many countries from division to unification, and then to fighting against the other dimension. Her seniority is even greater than that of Old Master Hong. She was stationed in the Bibo City war zone to resist the invasion of the Fate Ghosts, and her merits were outstanding. She is undoubtedly one of the pillars of the Federation."

"However, even someone as strong as a fifth-rank cultivator has an end to their lifespan."

A complex look flashed in Jiang Ying's eyes. "About ten years ago, a very special royal species descended from the depths of the Arctic ice cap. Its ability was a kind of distortion that was almost like the rules."

"Legend has it that it can forcibly graft the life essence of its own kind through a certain ritual, using the blood essence of its own kind as a guide, to prolong the life of a specific target."

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed.

It instantly reminded me of Ji Lang's confession and those second-tier grandmasters who were trafficked.

"After learning of this news," Jiang Ying's voice carried a hint of heaviness, "Luo Shen secretly went to the depths of the Arctic and made a deal with that royal prince."

She looked at Fang Qingyu and said, "Only Luo Shen and the old man know the specific details of the transaction. Because the old man already knew about it when she set off for the depths of the Arctic."

Fang Qingyu understood. Given the old man's level of expertise, there were probably very few things within the Federation, especially on the Arctic front, that could be kept from him.

"The old man approached her immediately."

Jiang Ying continued, "The two talked for a long time, but no one knows what they talked about. But since then, the old man has tacitly approved of the Luo family's behavior."

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness, "Therefore, even if some people later learned about the rumors to some extent, no one dared to investigate further, and no one could stop it."

"The reason why a fifth-tier guardian who has dedicated nearly three hundred years to the Federation seeks to prolong his life in order to continue protecting the power is heavy enough to crush any doubt."

Jiang Ying spoke at length, picked up her teacup, took a sip to moisten her dry throat, and then looked at Fang Qingyu: "It wasn't until you appeared that the old man seemed to change his mind."

Fang Qingyu listened in silence, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the rim of the teacup.

Luo Qingyi's achievements, her predicament, and the old man's tacit approval.
These pieces of information are intertwined, making the whole thing incredibly complicated.

Trafficking in fellow countrymen and colluding with treacherous individuals is an unforgivable crime.

But the target is a fifth-order being who has protected humanity for nearly three hundred years. Who can say for sure what is right and wrong in this matter?

Fang Qingyu fell silent again.

This time, the silence lasted even longer.

All the clues connected instantly.

Fang Qingyu finally spoke again, his voice regaining its usual composure, even carrying a hint of relief.

All the confusion and the slight bewilderment about the old man vanished at that moment.

He looked at Jiang Ying, his gaze becoming focused, "So, what does the old man want me to do? Or rather, what does he want us to do in the City of Injustice?"

Fang Qingyu stopped dwelling on being transferred and instead directly inquired about the core of the next steps.

Jiang Ying's admiration deepened.

The two, one big and one small, clearly know each other very well.

She leaned forward slightly and said clearly:

"He wants you to suppress the riots in the city of injustice and restore order there. Then..."

She paused, then said decisively, "Take men and kill that Ghost King who made a deal with the Luo family!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle again, his laughter tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Sure enough, he's still the same old reckless and unruly man.

They never play by the rules and always get straight to the root of the problem.

A fourth-tier royal bloodline
He's now giving it his all, using every trick in the book, and his combat strength has barely reached the third tier.

Now he has to face a prince with bizarre abilities who lives in the lair of the Fate Demon.
It was undoubtedly like burning the midnight oil in the toilet.

But Fang Qingyu did not hesitate. His laughter subsided, and he nodded slightly: "Okay."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu did not back down at all, but instead directly accepted this almost impossible task.

Jiang Ying's last worry was relieved.

A gentle smile returned to her face as she asked, "Would you like me to tell you about the City of Injustice? After all, that's where you're going next."

"Thank you."

Fang Qingyu sat up straight and listened attentively.

He was indeed unfamiliar with the place name.

“The City of Injustice.” Jiang Ying’s tone carried a hint of remoteness. “Its history is almost the same as the Great Wall in the Arctic. You can think of it as a huge festering sore that spontaneously formed under the enormous shadow of the Great Wall, or a special place of exile.”

She organized her thoughts, trying to describe things as clearly and comprehensively as possible:

"It's a gathering place for almost all the outlaws within the Federation's borders: the most vicious criminals, desperate fugitives, heretics ostracized by mainstream society, and even some powerful individuals who are tired of the constraints of rules."

"It's a mixed bag, a place where the good and the bad mingle. There are no laws there; the only rule is the survival of the fittest."

"Power is truth; chaos, bloodshed, and cruelty are the main themes there."

"As for it itself," Jiang Ying's tone took on a strange tone, "it is actually a huge divine weapon, [Mirage]."

"A mobile fortress that exists on the Arctic ice sea and is never fixed, which is why it is difficult to besiege by a large army and can only be dealt with by elite teams that go deep into the area."

Fang Qingyu listened attentively, and gradually formed a general impression of the city.

After understanding the basic information.

Fang Qingyu already had a preliminary plan in mind.

Since we can't continue digging deeper into the Luo family's territory near the Arctic Wall for the time being, let's head to the City of Injustice first.

Complete the suppression mission, establish a base, and then use it as a springboard to find an opportunity to infiltrate the depths of the Arctic and eliminate the royal race that provides the life-extending ability.

As long as the royal son dies.

The core of the Luo family's deal with the Ghost of Fate was destroyed.

His plan naturally failed.

Fang Qingyu then stood up, preparing to take his leave: "Understood. We will prepare to depart as soon as possible."

Jiang Ying also stood up and saw him to the door.

Just as Fang Qingyu's hand was about to touch the doorknob, Jiang Ying seemed to suddenly remember something and added:
"Oh, right. The old man also asked me to pass on a message to you."

Fang Qingyu stopped and turned around.

Jiang Ying looked into his eyes with a playful smile on her face:

“He said that the current lord of the City of Injustice has what you want.”

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.

What does he want? Cultivation techniques? Resources? Or something else entirely?

The old man's words were cryptic, yet their meaning seemed very clear.

Fang Qingyu understood the old man's personality.

Since it wasn't mentioned here, I figured it probably wouldn't be, so I didn't ask any further questions.

He simply nodded.

"understood."

(End of this chapter)