Seeing the wardens rush in, Jiang Ping An raised his eyes and stared straight at them:
"Attack another prisoner? I barely leave my room. How could I have attacked anyone?"
At that moment, Yan Yu walked in clutching his chest.
A dagger was buried in his chest, and blood streamed down, staining his arm red.
He raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Ping An.
"Honored sirs, he was the one who attacked me! I merely blocked his way, and he killed my friend on the spot before attacking me! All my friends saw it!"
One of Yan Yu's lackeys followed beside him, carrying a headless corpse.
"My friend died so horribly. His head was smashed to pieces, and he died with his eyes wide open!"
Zhao Ci stared coldly at Jiang Ping An. "The witness and evidence are both here. What else do you have to say?"
Jiang Ping An knew he had been framed again. He struggled to hold his emotions in check.
"I didn't kill anyone. If I had made a move, not one of them would still be alive. They're deliberately framing me. Besides, who would kill someone and then not run, waiting to be caught?"
Zhao Ci took out the Sealing Handcuffs and walked toward Jiang Ping An. "Say whatever you have to say in the Interrogation Room. Once you've endured the interrogation whip, you'll confess everything naturally."
He seized Jiang Ping An's arm and forcefully clasped the Sealing Handcuffs around him.
Jiang Ping An raised his head and looked into Zhao Ci's eyes. "You feel guilty, which means you know I've been wronged. Yet you still intend to arrest me, which means someone bought you off as well. Someone paid you to kill me, didn't they?"
Zhao Ci's pupils widened.
*How did this Jiang