"Bring... bring Luo Yan here!" The moment Arona heard that Musa had left dying words, he ordered someone to summon Luo Yan.
"No!" Brando blurted out.
"Hmm?" Arona's gaze sharpened.
At the same time, Brando heard a faint sound outside the window on the left side of the side hall.
Only then did he realize that he and the Sword-Keeper were not alone. A bodyguard was hidden nearby.
"You've spent all this time accusing Luo Yan. Now you're afraid to confront him?" Arona asked.
"..." Of course Brando dared confront a traitor. He had nothing to hide. What was there to fear?
To him, Luo Yan was a traitor through and through. Yet Marco's confidence had not escaped him either.
Where did it come from? Brando thought his own case was as solid as it could be, so how could Marco sound even more certain?
Marco had not only recanted in front of everyone but claimed Luo Yan held proof of the truth.
Something was wrong. "Hah. Evidence produced by Luo Yan can hardly be called evidence. Those are his glasses. Tampering with them would be easy for him."
Brando's first thought was that he had fallen into a trap.
He might have been set up! Marco's exposure and capture, even his earlier public confession, could all have been deliberate. It could all be Luo Yan's plan to strike back.
Brando had been targeting Luo Yan all along, searching for evidence against him by every means possible. He had even detained Luo Yan's wife. On Saint Qing Island, he had likely disrupted Luo Yan's plans. How could Luo Yan not have prepared for that? Would he really do nothing and let Brando keep coming after him? Brando had already wondered why Luo Yan, knowing Marco's identity was sensitive, had sent