"Don't be nervous." The elder Sun reassured, handing over the case file: "I called you here to discuss this case."
At a glance, Freeman recognized it as a case he worked on several years ago; he carefully recalled it according to what Elder Sun asked. Owen Bertram silently frowned as he listened to Freeman; from all he had told him, they could only draw a conclusion: it was an ordinary corruption case, with the only exception of the perpetrator who was spectacularly disgraced.
"No matter." Elder Sun dismissively waved dismissively: "There's nothing else. You're dismissed, Freeman."
Freeman bowed and excused himself but was wrestling internally with contrasting emotions: he didn't understand Elder Sun enough to determine whether this was an opportunity or a trap. His current situation was comfortable, and as long as he didn't cause any trouble, he could comfortably live out the rest of his life.
