Zeke helped Frank up. “Mr. Martell, there's no need for such courtesy.”

Zeke was quite respectful toward intellectuals, for he knew that soldiers alone could not make Eurasia a great country—intellectuals were the ones who kept the country functioning.

Once their country reached a certain amount of technological power, no enemies would dare to cross them. By then, they would not even need soldiers.

“Thank you, Great Marshal!”

Frank then slowly straightened up, but still, he dared not look Zeke in the eyes as he kept his head lowered.

Frank was confounded. He could not fathom why the Great Marshal had come to their university.

Is he here for inspection? No, that's nonsense. How can he be here to inspect alone? Moreover, he's a busy man. How would he have the time to check this university?

Zeke uttered, “Mr. Martell, I'm here to investigate two students. One is called Yannick Lewis, and the other is called Yoshua Lewis. They graduated from the university two years ago.”

Frank nodded vigorously. “Okay, please wait in my office for a while, Great Marshal. I'll send my men to find their files right away.”

“Okay,” Zeke politely replied. “Please make it as quick as possible, Mr. Martell. It's quite an urgent matter.”

“Of course,” Frank responded before running to the archive room.























In the meantime, Zeke went to Frank's office to rest.

Not long after, Frank ran back, panting. “Great Marshall, I... I just checked the university's digital archives and physical archives, but I... I can't find their files at all.”

“They have no files?” Zeke furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Frank responded, “That means the two people you told me about aren't students of my university.”

That's impossible! Zeke mulled.

He took out the files they had left in Linton Group and said, “Look. Is the university they wrote on their resumes your university?”

Frank put on his reading glasses and began studying them. “Yes, they did write our university's name. The only possible explanation for this is that the information here is fake. It says that they were in the fourth year's Class Four. I'll call the tutor of the fourth year's Class Four to find out more about this.”

With that, Frank took out his phone and made a call.

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