This outcome was within Yu Wenze's expectations.
This also meant that the forces hidden behind this matter had never truly taken this incident, or at least Wang Anfeng and his companions, too seriously, having never deployed any real experts.
In other words, using these juniors as bait could no longer lure any significant fish.
With a thought in his mind, Yu Wenze waved his hand to dismiss his subordinate, casually tossing the Three-Edged Double-Bladed Blade in his hand. It flew diagonally backward and landed on the weapon rack, evenly balanced without making a sound.
He turned and strode toward the study.
Dipping the brush into ink, he wrote on the light gold letter paper with the same inquiry and impeachment words as always, his strokes firm, just like the man himself—a straightforward soldier, who had been in the military since fourteen, endured life and death for thirty-four years, stubborn and rigid, with not a trace of political acumen.