A cold-faced, ramrod-straight man walked in, every movement stiff and precise.
The moment he entered, he strode straight toward Qin Ran, completely ignoring the guns aimed at him by Clay and the others. He said, "Sir Ethan Hunter, I can tell you quite clearly that he is an enemy of Deathbird, because he himself has an unclear relationship with Piercing Thorn."
"Evidence."
"You need evidence for everything you just said."
"Lies come easily."
"Slander is even more unforgivable."
Sakri, covered in blood, reclined halfway on the ground and asked in an exaggerated manner, as though his injuries were fake and he was merely acting in a stage play.
"Evidence?"
"You're actually asking me for evidence?"
"Do you really think everything you've been doing in Flame City lately has been flawless?"
"Or do you think..."
"That Lord Ailiterjia knows nothing about it?"
The newcomer retorted with a sneer.
"Lord Ailiterjia is naturally supreme in Flame City, but no matter how supreme he is, he cannot completely see into people's hearts."
"Otherwise, that person from just now would not have appeared."
"And you merely showed up here to patch things up."
"So, please do your job properly."
"As for the matter between Sir Ethan Hunter and me, you need not concern yourself with it."
With a sigh, Sakri spoke.
Clearly, Sakri knew things that ordinary people did not.
The newcomer did as well.
Qin Ran stood to one side, watching the two of them perform with cold eyes.
That was right, perform.
Sakri was.
So was the newcomer.
Qin Ran did not believe a word either of them said.
Just as he was certain that neither of them meant well.
Sakri himself had ulterior motives.
And the latter?
Even more so.
After all, this was the person Qin Ran had been waiting