Even though he had only been in power for a few months, Minkler had certainly not done less when it came to planting confidants, building factions, and cultivating power, with key departments tightly gripped in his hand.
Although he didn't care about anything when he fled, even with just a title left, he was still the Commander of the United Defense Fleet.
The trouble he encountered when he rose to power was mirrored by the difficulty in bringing him down now.
No matter how small, a mosquito is still meat—if they wanted to replace him, each family would still need a few rounds of maneuvering at least.
The makeshift team naturally restrained precision micro-operations; even if someone wanted to purge his deployment, it couldn't be done in a day or two, merely being rather suppressed and desolate.
"Very well."
Ji Jue nodded, glanced at the speed and the route, "At the latest, in four hours, we'll be there; now you get ready to make the call.'
