Xu Yi said, "May I ask, my lord, these two have twice set traps to kill me in the dark. I ask you to render a verdict."
Pang Weiguo said, "I'll investigate this matter and see that you get justice."
Xu Yi pointed at Zhao Pu. "Lord Zhao, you wouldn't be the kind of coward who can dish it out but can't take it, would you? You made a mess of yourself in front of all these people earlier. Don't tell me you're going to try to take it back now."
Zhao Pu was furious. He pointed at Xu Yi and said, "I think you're fucking asking for it! My lord, this brazen bastard deserves to be thrown into the Netherworld Prison!"
Pang Weiguo pointed at Zhao Pu. "You don't get to tell me how to do my job. Lord Zhao, you've certainly grown accustomed to throwing your weight around."
Zhao Pu's expression froze. He seemed unable to believe Pang Weiguo had suddenly turned on him.
As soon as Pang Weiguo finished speaking, he pointed at Xu Yi. "And you, Lei Chiyan. I said I would investigate. Now either leave or sit down and have a drink. I won't say it a second time."
"You could say it twenty times, and I still wouldn't leave."
Xu Yi suddenly pulled a chair over and sat down.
He had held back for a long time. He couldn't bear it anymore, yet he still endured, just as Huang Mei had analyzed: he couldn't sever this connection to the Yin Court.
When Pang Weiguo appeared, Xu Yi had pinned his last hope on him. As long as this man showed even the slightest inclination to act impartially, Xu Yi would force down his temper.
Yet Pang Weiguo seemed fair and unbiased, but kept putting