Xi Yangchun had a guilty conscience, so naturally he was panicking. He had no connection to the Night Walkers, of course, but Song Zhong truly was a Night Walker. If the Plum Blossom Iron Guard got their eyes on him, they would likely dig that up too. Then whoever had told him about Song Zhong's identity would surely be implicated as well. And it wouldn't be just him who got into trouble—his powerful uncle would be in trouble too.
All this over a Xu Yi, a thing as insignificant as an ant. It wasn't worth it. It really wasn't worth it.
"You're crazy! You've gone mad! It's just a few Wish Pearls. If you won't give them, then don't! Why risk your life? Why risk your life..."
Jiang Churan was burning with anxiety and urgently sent his voice to Xu Yi as well.
Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "The Plum Blossom Iron Guard is here!"
With a thump, Jiang Churan dropped onto his backside.
"How did they get here so fast?!"
Vice Dean Yang blurted out.
The crowd around them parted on its own, and a squad marched in. The moment Xi Yangchun saw the man at its head, it was as if a drowning man had grabbed a lifeline. He hurried forward. "Uncle Chen... Sir, you're here! That's wonderful. Someone here has been spreading slander and falsely accusing the innocent. I beg you to—"
Before he could finish, the red-faced middle-aged man's fan-sized hand shot out and seized him by the neck like a chicken. Two men rushed out from behind him, swiftly binding Xi Yangchun with the Dragon Binding Rope. Their faces alight with excitement, they called loudly to the red-faced man, "Reporting to the lord: the criminal is in custody!"
"No, no! It wasn't me!