A'cheng Dismissed, and Coming Clean

The scene seemed to fall silent for an instant.

Shi Tiexin glanced sideways at A'cheng, his expression utterly unmoving, yet the entire courtyard had already been reflected in his mind.

There were many bodyguards here, and A'cheng had brought even more subordinates, every one of them armed. At a single word from Wang Dafa, more than fifty people would soon surround them.

Did this scene feel strangely familiar?

Would the Ouyang Brothers give this scene a thumbs-up from the underworld?

Shi Tiexin had no idea whether they would or not, but he was not panicking in the slightest.

Neither Wang Dafa nor A'cheng was more than seven steps away from him.

Within seven steps, the fist was swift.

So he neither lost his head in panic nor flew into a rage from humiliation. Instead, he first analyzed the situation rationally. Why had A'cheng appeared here? Why had he chosen this moment for this so-called "accusation"?

What he wanted to see was Wang Dafa's reaction.

He wanted to know whether this was A'cheng's reckless blunder, blinded by profit, or Wang Dafa's calculated probing with a tossed stone.

And the result of that observation would directly affect his strategy.

"Brother Fa, I have evidence!" A'cheng rattled on endlessly. With a wave of his hand, he had his men bring over a large box filled with photographs.

A'cheng looked at Shi Tiexin, his eyes brimming with the smug delight of imminent success. "Look, look at these photos. Explain them to me. These vehicles, these guns—what are they? And this prison, is it even a prison anymore? It's clearly a military camp! Are you trying to argue your way out of this? Let me tell you, impossible. The evidence is as solid as a mountain! Brother Fa, this guy is Raising Private Soldiers. He's