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Almost at the same time as he said this, an extremely terrifying feeling of oppression suddenly erupted from Chang Ming's body.

——That is the aura that only belongs to those in a higher position.

Although for Chang Ming...Edward's assassination was just a play, but as the saying goes "do the whole play", as a professional actor, he naturally has to continue acting.

Feeling the pressure from Chang Ming, Sal's heart trembled, and he explained in a panic:

"Mr. Chang Ming, this is none of our business. This is Edward's personal behavior and has nothing to do with the family!"

"Besides, you can't be sure that what he said is true. He is resentful that we kicked him out of the house, so he did this!"

"You are the regent representing the God of Justice. You can't listen to that desperado and put the blame for this huge crime on the Noklan family!"

There were beads of sweat on Sal's forehead, as if the words he had just said had exhausted all his strength.

Chang Ming closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his fingers and tapped the table in front of him rhythmically, then said quietly:

"You have made a good plan. Expel Edward from the house. This way, his behavior will have nothing to do with you, and you can wash away your sins smoothly."

"If the assassination succeeds, you will not only complete your revenge on me, but you will also be able to kick out Edward, the junior who disagrees with you. You will end up with a clean conscience."

"If the assassination fails... you can also use the excuse of "being expelled from the family" to directly label him as a traitor and divide him smoothly. Tsk tsk tsk, this is a really good plan~"

Having said that, Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and his sea-blue eyes looked quietly at Sal in front of him, with a cold look in his eyes.

Sar shuddered at Chang Ming's glare, and then said with a trembling voice:

"You, you only listened to his one side of the story. We—"

"Your story is one-sided. Should I believe you or Edward, who was interrogated?"

Chang Ming looked at Sal, who was trembling all over with fear, with a half-smile, and a look similar to playing with prey appeared on his face.

Normally he didn't have the habit of playing with his prey, but... from a certain perspective, he wanted to give the stupid pig in front of him enough sense of oppression.

There is only one purpose for doing this - to bring enough pressure and urgency to the Noklan family.

This is a group of families entangled together by interests. As long as the interests disappear... their power will naturally weaken.

In this way, the safety of the victims can be protected to the greatest extent. God knows what these hypocritical beasts can do.

Of course, there is another consideration, which is the deterrent power within the circle of the "old aristocracy".

Compared to simply surrounding the Noklan mansion with the Shadow Chasing Court and the Special Patrol Team, this lingering fear in their hearts could better achieve the purpose of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey".

The old nobles who did not follow Noklan to test the bottom line of Fontaine's rules will be glad that they did not participate, thus being more in line with the position of Momang Palace.

And those who participated...I'm afraid they couldn't even sleep well and dared not turn on the lights.

After all, they didn't know when a smiling regent would appear at the door of their mansion.

Thinking of this, Chang Ming shook his head gently, and then said:

"So... both of you are telling one side of the story. I won't listen to either of you, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you off."

"I know a doctor with great medical skills. She can make something similar to truth serum. We will know what will happen when the time comes..."

Hearing this, Thrall, who had been thinking about how to take Mora and escape to Winter Solstice, instantly relaxed.

"Thank you so much for your kindness! Regarding the disaster relief work of Momang Palace, on behalf of the Noklan family... I will donate 90 million Mora!"

Sal gritted his teeth and offered a number that no one could refuse.

This is all the property and liquid funds on the books that the Noclan family has built up in the two hundred years since returning to Fontaine.

Once donated, the Noklan family's businesses will be more or less paralyzed and then taken over by other operators.

But compared to Mora and property, life is more important.

The purpose of Sal handing over these Moras was to get a new golden medal of immunity from death for the Noklan family, so as to save the entire family.

But he forgot one thing.

Since establishing a closer cooperative relationship with the other five countries except Zhidong, Momang Palace has no shortage of money.

In addition, Liyue and Fontaine have been very close in recent years, and the business exchanges and cooperation have also caused the tax revenue of Momang Palace to soar.

in other words...

If this was 90 million Moras three or four hundred years ago, Chang Ming might have hesitated and accepted the money and then exiled them forever, not allowing them to enter the country for life.

But now, Mo Mang Palace really looks down on this little Mora.

Thinking of this, Chang Ming smiled slightly, and suddenly an idea to intimidate other nobles came to his mind.

He slowly stood up, stretched his neck wearily, and then said:

"Well, since Mr. Sal is as concerned about the construction and development of Fontaine as your father, I can't say much."

"The case is still under investigation. If Noklan Edward said he did it after taking the truth serum... then the Noklan family has nothing to do with it."

"But...I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation for this thing."

Snapped--

After Chang Ming finished speaking, he threw the stack of documents handed to him by Myles on the table and continued:

"Of course, the 'reasonable explanation' I'm referring to is... the trial in a few days."

"You like to play tricks on me when I am busy for more people? Do you think I, the regent, am a paper tiger?"

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the descendants of those beasts are still beasts. You have no awareness of your responsibilities, and instead you have intensified your exploitation of others."

"I would like to ask... who gave you the right to ignore the law? Whether it is your generation or the generation more than 300 years ago, you have not learned the virtues of your ancestors."

"Think carefully about how to explain it, and think carefully about how to prevent yourself from being drowned by the people's spit in the trial seat."

After saying that, Chang Ming clapped his hands, winked at Ying and Paimeng who were still sitting on the sofa, then put his hands behind his back and walked out leisurely.

However, just as he was about to step out of the living room, Chang Ming suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head slightly and said softly:

"I hope you can keep your promise, otherwise...it won't be as simple as trial or expulsion."

After giving the ultimatum, Chang Ming took the two of them and disappeared into the night, leaving Sal, with a pale face, sitting blankly in the living room, not knowing what he was thinking.