Lin Jiangxian lit a cigarette by the doorway.
He turned around.
Looking down at Ugly Slave below, he said, "Elder Ugly Slave."
Ugly Slave, his back hunched, struggled to raise his head.
Lin Jiangxian looked down at him coldly. "I'm giving you three hours. After that, whether you've gotten to the bottom of this or not, I'm leaving. Try stopping me if you can."
Ugly Slave smiled.
"How could I stop the great Elder Lin Jiangxian? You can leave right now if you like."
Ugly Slave continued, "But if you walk out of questioning, people will bring it up for years to come. Lord Dean is suspicious enough already. Whenever anything happens in the future, he'll have to stop and think about where you stand."
"Plenty of people could leave today, but I believe none of you will. Walk away now, and you'll only buy yourself more trouble later. Elder Lin Jiangxian's skills are unmatched in the martial world. It would be a terrible waste if a little impatience cost you people's trust and kept you from leading important work. The Elder Council would lose out, and so would Lord Dean."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
Lin Jiangxian hadn't expected his opponent to counter force with softness.
The argument was reasonable, even considerate, and gave him plenty of respect. It also spelled out the risks.
If he insisted on leaving, everyone would suspect him.
Lin Jiangxian's expression shifted several times before he snapped, "Get this over with!"
He turned, went inside, and slammed the door.
Bu Ersun reached his own door and stared at it, thoroughly annoyed.
He turned around. "Does my grandfather know about this?!"
Little Transparent shoved him inside. "He does. And you especially had better behave. Your grandfather can't help you here. I'm the only one who can."
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