Was Old Zhan an impostor?
Wu Degang's first reaction was disbelief. You've got to be kidding me. Old Zhan had been with him for so long. Wu Degang knew exactly what he was like.
How could a living person be an impostor?
Even if the Replicator had impersonated Old Zhan, could he really have gotten Old Zhan's personality and every other detail so perfectly? Could none of the brothers who knew Old Zhan well have noticed?
At least, when Wu Degang had questioned Old Zhan earlier, he hadn't seemed like an impostor at all. Wu Degang hadn't noticed anything unusual about him.
"Feng Dengfeng, don't you dare make baseless accusations. Maybe your people killed Old Zhan, and now you're trying to smear him. Have some decency!"
Feng Dengfeng roared, "Old Wu, one thing might be a coincidence. Two things might be a coincidence. But why are so many things coincidences? Don't you have even the slightest suspicion?"
"I'm starting to suspect that Little Zhang, Old Zhan, the person they saw who looked like me, and Ah Hai and Ah Wei were all part of the same scheme. What's more, the spy—the Replicator—could still be hiding among us. The unexplained killings tonight may well have been their doing."
Feng Dengfeng pressed on relentlessly, like a machine gun. "Old Wu, Taishan, answer me this: did you kill Sister Fan?"
Old Wu and Taishan hadn't done such a thing. But even if they had, they wouldn't have admitted it on the spot just because Feng Dengfeng asked.
"Dengfeng, your people are just like you. They swear to be loyal to Tree Feng Dengfeng unto death and will never betray him."
The accounts from each side clearly contradicted one another. None of the evidence could form a perfect, airtight chain, and there were obvious