"Hua Chongyang, so you were the lecherous thief?"
Sima Qianyu felt as though his entire body were about to explode. An overwhelming humiliation surged into his heart—he had actually been played!
No wonder they had expended such immense effort, deploying so much manpower and resources, and even carrying out a carpet search across the entire city.
Yet they had never found the slightest trace of the lecherous thief. If Hua Chongyang had done it all, then everything made sense.
That bastard always claimed he needed to remain at the center of command, planning strategies behind the curtain and directing the overall situation.
He knew every detail of all their operations like the back of his hand.
He knew where the search forces were, where their defenses were weak and empty, and since he did not need to act in person, he naturally had time to commit his crimes.
He had never suspected this man at all. Who would have thought it was darkness beneath the lamp!
"Deputy Commander, what do you mean by that? Do you suspect that I am the flower-plucking rapist?"
"Hua Chongyang, you still dare quibble with death at your doorstep? Surrender without resistance!"
Hua Chongyang's expression changed, then he said viciously, "Sima Qianyu, you've got some nerve!
You dare defy your superior, maliciously suspect your superior, and even frame me.
I'll report you to His Majesty and have you stripped of your post and thrown into the imperial prison!"
Hua Chongyang's imposing manner made Sima Qianyu hesitate slightly. Could it be that the rapist in the drugging-and-rape case isn't this bastard?
He could not help turning to look at Yan Shuangfei, who smiled and nodded.
He then glanced at his niece, Sima Ling, beside him.
Sima Ling frowned tightly before saying resolutely, "Second Uncle, trust Shuangfei!