"No problem. Brother Long knows me well."
Xu Yi smiled faintly.
He really couldn't be bothered dealing with these people. When Long Jingxiu suddenly stepped in, his first reaction had been displeasure; he thought yet another person had come to drag him into trouble.
In the earlier dispute with Feng Jiu, Jiu Huang, Tu Min, and the others, he had owed Long Jingxiu a considerable favor.
If Long Jingxiu really did drag him into this, he wouldn't have been able to refuse.
Unexpectedly, Long Jingxiu had said just the right thing to resolve his predicament.
Though Xu Yi hadn't cared about this so-called "predicament" in the first place, he had now accepted Long Jingxiu's kindness.
"What is it, Master Fan? Is there a problem?"
Long Jingxiu looked at Master Fan, whose face had gone ashen, and asked with a smile.
Fan Xingyun remained silent, his expression grave.
Long Jingxiu said, "Since Master Fan can't decide right now, then let Mr. Wen Bin or Meng Tianchang go first."
Wen Bin snorted. Meng Tianchang's face was as dark as water.
What a joke. Who would stake their life on this unless they were crazy?
This was only a chance to beat a drowning dog. Why take it so far as to wager their lives? Even if this fellow really had plagiarized, who knew whether he still had more famous works tucked away? What if they ran into another one?
And, taking a step back, what if this fellow really was talented? What then?
Long Jingxiu gave a cold laugh. "Aren't you all constantly insisting that Mr. Xu is not what his reputation claims? This is such a fine chance to make a name for yourselves. How could you let it pass? Oh, I see. If I were in your shoes, I'd want