Zhang Deming paused for a moment, picked up the cold tea and casually poured it into the trash bin beside him, then said coldly:
"You won't have another chance, believe me, in Zone 9, he has ten thousand ways to make you shut up.
By then, no matter what kind of evidence you have in hand, no matter how conclusive, if you can't speak it out, it's all useless.
You're just a minor commissioner, even if you're now labeled as the person responsible for the case, it doesn't make a difference.
The game of power isn't played the way you're doing it."
Zheng Geng was silent for a moment, his voice lowered:
"I alone naturally won't suffice, but isn't this... with the help of your Member of Parliament?
You don't need to personally step in, you just need to provide me with some information at critical moments, or... when I'm about to be silenced, help me to open a crack so I can speak."
