"Chen Yu, what are you doing here at the Mingjing Department?" Zhu Ting's face darkened when he saw Chen Yu burst in.
Chen Yu didn't speak. When he saw the bloodstains at the corners of Song Yu and Wang Yan's mouths, his eyebrows raised, and a faint whistling of wind arose in the grand hall.
"What happened?" he asked.
At this moment, Zhu Ting said coldly, "I should be asking you that. What kind of subordinates have you been teaching, not only obstructing our Mingjing Department's investigations but also daring to hurt people in public? Over the years, your Jing Tian Department has become increasingly domineering!"
"Did I ask you?" Chen Yu turned, his gaze icy.
"You!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ting was instantly furious. No one in the entire Mingjing Department dared speak to him like that. He stood up abruptly, his eyes showing extreme hostility.