As his words fell, nearby, Deputy Mayor Zhao Dingguang also coughed, attracting all attention to himself. Inadvertently, Zhao Dingguang's gaze fell upon Nie Zhenbang and Qi Siyuan seated beside him.
He sneered inwardly, thinking that if they didn't yield this time around, Nie Zhenbang might as well be an emperor. Only emperors could act without any considerations. Even the General Secretary had to consider the balance among various factions within the country.
To him, politics has always been an art of balance, if Nie Zhenbang could go about his duties and keep people from finding any problems, that would be bearable. Or, if he could find crucial witnesses and evidence, that would also be acceptable. However, relying only on the confession of a dead man? Laughable indeed.
