But he had no choice—unless he wanted to die, unless he wanted to fall at this very hurdle.
He also knew that doing this would bring him no end of trouble. For instance, how was he supposed to explain the issue of his whereabouts? Yet that bastard Niu Youdao did not care about any of that. He had told him to handle it himself. Once Ao Feng was pushed out, the rest would have nothing to do with Niu Youdao. All the remaining trouble would be his alone, and he would have to find a way to patch up his own lies.
He had originally wanted to gamble that Niu Youdao would not dare say it aloud. After all, what Niu Youdao had previously instructed him to say could not bear the light either. If he exposed him, then once the lies Niu Youdao had told him to use were uncovered, Niu Youdao would not be able to extricate himself either.
He had gambled that Niu Youdao would not dare, but there was no hope of that. Misty Pavilion had driven Niu Youdao into a corner. Niu Youdao had thrown caution to the winds, forcing him, Ao Feng, to make a choice.
He now regretted it beyond measure. Ever since Niu Youdao had approached him and delivered those words, he had regretted it—regretted that he had failed to restrain his desires.
Everyone watched him step out. Niu Youdao watched him as well, a smile flickering in his eyes.
Ao Feng emerged from the crowd and glanced at Niu Youdao too. After stopping before everyone, he said calmly, "I saw it."
Niu Youdao also turned and cupped his hands. "Mr. Ding, that's right, it was him. When I was robbed, this gentleman happened to pass by and witnessed it with his