"Mm."
Davis nodded in agreement.
For a Martial Saint's physique, a bone fracture was no big deal, he had almost fully recovered.
At this moment, after weighing his options, he suddenly backed off.
'If Fang Xing were weak, perhaps I could forcibly demand to inspect the factory... As for now? Better to just do things by the book.'
The Federation's upper echelons operated as gently as spring rain with lots of unwritten rules.
Just like this mission he had received, there was absolutely no mention of any Mecha factory.
If Davis could suppress Fang Xing, he naturally could conduct an in-depth investigation.
But if he couldn't suppress him, then he'd just honestly calculate the merit for slaughtering the Evil God's Child and then take his leave.
Of course, Davis could also make use of his official position to forcibly search.
But in that case, he would have to take responsibility for the consequences!
...
In the reception hall.
