"How could Lord Oti possibly have someone like you... someone like you..."
He looked at Yan Huan's dust-stained yet still conspicuous clothes, then at that face practically begging to be punched, and simply could not find the right word.
"Such a great colleague?" Yan Huan kindly supplied.
"..."
Every Hound squad member fell silent, feeling a lump of frustration clogging their chests.
Just then, the little girl whose mom had been flattened by Yan Huan's butt peeked out from behind Miss Hound.
She looked up at Yan Huan, her huge eyes blazing with both fiery vengeance and a child's unique cunning.
She tugged at Miss Hound's sleeve and shouted in a childish voice that was choked with tears yet remarkably clear:
"Big sis! Don't believe him! He has to be lying! The shareholders all wear suits and ties, and they talk so nicely! They wouldn't climb buildings like wild monkeys and smash things like him!"
Her little finger pointed at Yan Huan as she accused him with absolute conviction:
"Look at him! He looks terrifying! He's obviously a bad guy! He must be trying to sweet-talk you into lowering your guard so he can keep wrecking things!"
"Maybe... maybe he tore down that screen to make a weapon so he could blow up Lord Oti's house!"
The little girl's imagination flourished under the nourishment of hatred:
"I heard him just now! He said he was going to pull out Lord Oti's beard! How scary is that?! Lord Oti's beard is so beautiful—he must be jealous! Big sis! Hurry up and arrest him! Get rid of this menace for the people!"
"Blow up... the Patriarch Lord's residence?!"
The Hound squad members sucked in sharp breaths, and the way they looked at Yan Huan changed completely.
The little girl's words were like