Police Affairs Department, Intelligence Team's office.
Fouche, with a dark face, coldly stared with his dead fish eyes at several intelligence team leaders in front of him, his voice hoarse, "Disgrace! This is simply a disgrace!"
The members of the Intelligence Team bowed their heads in aggrievement, not daring to respond at all.
Fouche paused after every word, "I'm giving you another 10 days. If you can't come up with anything useful by then, I'll find a few journalists to take your places! Do you understand?!"
"Yes, we understand!" the group said in unison.
They were genuinely helpless—they had gone to great lengths to find a mere hint of dirt on the judges of the High Court and had gleefully passed it to Mala via a "mole". Unexpectedly, Mala had smiled and handed the "mole" a booklet. Their "big discovery" had already been printed in it, and was much more detailed than what they had found. By the next day, the whole of Paris had known about it.
