Do You Really Eat It?

"White Lord said you were a spy, so you had to be one." Wu De laughed arrogantly. The feeling of trampling a big shot beneath his feet made him feel incomparably delighted.

Zhao Kun was shocked and furious, yet even amid his shock and anger, he found it absurd. Framing a real spy as a spy—did that still count as framing?

After all, he had been a city lord for many years. He did not despair. Instead, he felt that things had taken a turn for the better.

If someone like Huo Zheng had been in charge, he would certainly investigate everything to the bottom. But the one in charge was Bai Ye. This man was arrogant and domineering, completely unconcerned with the truth. Didn't that mean that as long as he buttered him up, he could clear himself of the spy charge?

At that thought, Zhao Kun secretly rejoiced. He knew what to do.

"White Lord, this humble one has evidence proving that this humble one isn't a spi—"

Slap!

A fierce slap landed across Zhao Kun's face.

Wu De snapped, "Insolence! Is White Lord someone you can address like that?"

What Zhao Kun had just said touched Wu De's bottom line.

The slap made Zhao Kun see stars. Covering his face, he suppressed his rage and forced a smile. "Captain Bai, I have evidence to prove my innocence."

"Present it." Bai Ye took a light sip of wine and spoke calmly.

"Yes, Captain Bai. Please have your people step aside. I'll have someone bring up the evidence."

"Mm." Bai Ye gave a soft grunt. He did not even need to give an order before Wu De went to handle it.

A moment later, Zhao Kun had the butler carry over a large chest. It was extremely heavy, and