However, just then, Santaio Oda suddenly let out a furious roar, interrupting Goro Takemura.
"Enough! Stop talking!"
The relaxed expression on Goro Takemura's face instantly froze.
He stared blankly at Santaio Oda.
The latter, however, wore an expression as though he had been betrayed. Gritting his teeth, he said,
"I trusted you so much, yet you dared to deceive me and even found some nobody of unknown origins to give false testimony for you!"
Oda pointed at Su Xiao, but his eyes remained fixed on Takemura.
"Who is he?! What does he do?! Why should I believe what he says?! Are you saying I should believe whatever some random person tells me just because you brought him here?!"
Su Xiao brushed aside Oda's pointing hand. "If you don't believe me, then don't. Why are you pointing? Didn't your parents teach you that pointing at people is rude?"
Only then did Takemura react.
He also realized that he had made a very serious mistake—the same mistake every man made at some point.
He had underestimated human nature.
Many people were the same.
They treated promises made by friends over drinks as hard currency like gold, mistakenly believing that when they truly encountered trouble, those promises would still be honored.
But the reality was...
When you were poor, no one visited you even in the bustling city; when you were rich, you had distant relatives even in the deepest mountains.
Goro Takemura said agitatedly, "How can you just turn a blind eye? That's why Yorinobu branded me a 'traitor'! He wanted to kill me to silence me! Even if you don't believe him, don't you believe me?"
Yet Santaio Oda's voice was even colder than before.
"Shut up, Takemura! Saying things like that will only get you killed!"
"But it's the truth.