Weisheng quickly removed his mask and sat on his desk, breathing heavily. Having so much sarcasm and laughing under the mask was a great feat. He was tired and didn't want to move.
The Arbiter walked toward Weisheng and placed all the reports from Peng Rong's murder on his desk.
"What are you planning to do now?" He asked, "The evidence for murder is quite clear. We could submit it and get off the grid."
Weisheng shook his head, "The next murder will prove I'm the murderer if we submit the evidence. But if I murder Huizhong now, and then we submit the reports, I'll get off the grid," He explained, "We don't want a war."
"But the evidence does not point at you," The Arbiter said, "Besides, we arbitrate what is right or wrong. How can we point at you?" He asked.
