"You can't come in, sir!"
"Stop right there!"
Two bodyguards blocked Antonin, who was trying to break into the Prime Minister's office. However, the two bodyguards with him today were much stronger to withstand them. Antonin then opened Philip's room. The owner is just sitting relaxed in his work chair while smoking an e-cigarette.
Ah, that synthetic cinnamon smell is still disgusting.
"What are you doing? Your people are in turmoil and fear. How can you be silent?!" Antonin snapped. He refrained from directly accusing Philip of the incident at CI even though the evidence and assumptions were a step ahead of arresting him.
Philip smoked his cigarette again. "What should I say? People are smart enough to judge who is guilty and deserves to be punished. Do you want me to appear in the media and order all law enforcement agencies to work as objectively as possible?"
Anton was silent. It wasn't what he wanted right now.
