Lance looked at Benjamin and was silent for a moment before replying, "Please do not worry, sir. We will help you get justice for the attempted assassination."
Benjamin’s heart skipped a beat.
He did not need the justice. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t seek justice himself. He needed proof — enough to have them on the chopping board. However, judging by Lance’s tone, it looked like there wasn’t any.
"Thank you for your kind gesture." He smiled after much difficulty, "It’s better to be straight forward. Did the man... refuse to speak?"
Lance sighed, "Yes, I’m not sure what’s gotten to him. After waking him, he kept screaming and shouting in his own language as if he had gone all crazy. No matter what I asked him, he would not respond."
Of course...
Benjamin was silent.
This was no surprise. He already prodded him to obtain information and now the man was on the brink of collapse, there was no way he would reveal anymore.
This fellow could not be the decision evidence.
