In a small office, Jack sat behind a table, fidgeting about uncomfortably.
Charlie glanced at the assistant beside him, then with eyes akin to that of a hawk, stared at Jack and asked, "With regards to Fang Xingjian, we've already heard.
"What you did amounts to assistance in treason, and is punishable by death, but taking into consideration the fact that your background is clean and that you're still a young Knight, we've decided to give you a chance to confess."
"What? Treason?" Jack said anxiously, "Xingjian committed the crime of treason? How is this possible? But... but he is not to blame for this. This, this is really not his fault. It's... it's my own idea."
A chance?
They looked at each other, and Charlie's gaze revealed a glimpse of excitement.
"Whether he is to blame, what the final sentence will be... that's our problem." He spoke with a ice-cold expression, "What you need to do now is to confess everything."
