"Uh..."
Shi Bashi, who had been howling and growling, suddenly froze when Sun Minjie questioned him.
This was bad.
He had gotten too worked up and accidentally exposed himself.
If he had just cut the crap and slapped the target to death, then when people questioned him afterward, he could have brushed it off with an excuse like, "I could tell at a glance he wasn't a good person."
But now, he had said too much!
His intentions were far too obvious!
Unless everyone else was an idiot, there was no way he could bluff his way through this!
Song Siming, whose soul was parasitizing Shi Bashi's body, sensed the young master's panic and hesitation. He felt utterly powerless, as though he wanted to slap the man across the face but had no hand to do it with.
Brainless people were just like this.
Before doing anything, they never considered the consequences, only charging ahead recklessly.
Then, once something went wrong, they could only panic and throw themselves into disarray.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this and made preparations for such situations in advance.
At once, he silently instructed Shi Bashi through mental transmission:
"Tell them that you once had a grudge against Alex."
Shi Bashi was stunned.
Though he did not understand why Song Siming wanted him to say that, he could not come up with a suitable excuse at the moment. He could only recite as instructed:
"I want to kill Alex because I have an old grudge against him."
Sun Minjie and the others were all taken aback.
An old grudge?
How could a young master from the Slave Group have an old grudge with a Civilian Player from Earth?
Where had they even formed it?
In a dream, perhaps?
Shi Bashi was confused too.
He simply could