Sikong Jing's actions had simply dug a pit deep enough to bury people alive.
If Grandpa Wan San had been handed over to him, things would never have reached this point. At the very least, Yang Zhi would not have been left so unable to save face.
Seeing Duanmu Chun preparing to curse him out, Sikong Jing's expression gradually turned cold and stern. Then he suddenly smiled and replied, "May I ask, Grand Overlord Commander—if Grandpa Wan San had been handed over to you, would Wan Tonghui's charge on paper have been kidnapping Aunt Jiang?"
Duanmu Chun did not need to think before answering, "Of course not. But Yang Zhi would certainly hand him over to Yao Bajue for punishment."
As long as he held the clear evidence that was Grandpa Wan San, it would be easy for him to handle.
On the surface, he could give Yang Zhi face and avoid undermining him; in secret, he could let Yao Yulou take revenge. It would be killing two birds with one stone.
But after Sikong Jing's stunt, everything had gone completely haywire. Yang Zhi surely bore a grudge against him now.
Who knew what he might do in the future? Who knew whether he might announce his withdrawal from the Eastern Tyrant Branch...
Yet Sikong Jing merely shrugged. "Grand Overlord Commander, I'm not familiar with you. How would I know whether, after getting this evidence in the form of Grandpa Wan San, you might simply silence him—and then Wan Tonghui would still be alive and well?"
The moment those words came out, Duanmu Chun's eyes widened. He roared, "How could I possibly—"
But he abruptly stopped himself there. From Sikong Jing's position, such worries truly were understandable.
Sikong Jing could not possibly know whether he stood with Yang Zhi or