Everyone's resentment had reached its peak.
Song Yaoyao and her two companions said nothing, simply standing there and listening.
Before long, the leader of the soldiers arrived.
Someone immediately demanded:
"What is the meaning of this?
Are you treating us as suspects?"
The leader surveyed the people before him. Many were spoiled scions of powerful families, which made this a real headache.
Still, a murder had occurred, and the proper procedures had to be followed.
He looked at the crowd and said:
"Please remain calm, everyone. We aren't accusing you of anything.
You were all at the scene of a murder. We're simply following procedure and asking where each of you was when it happened."
Someone was thoroughly dissatisfied with that explanation and said:
"If that isn't suspecting us, what is it?"
"Exactly! You suspect us? Have you even bothered to find out who we are?
It's only a dead prostitute. Is there any need to mobilize such a force?"
"That's right. Every one of us is of higher standing than a prostitute. Why would we need to lay a hand on her?
We flattered her a little and called her the Ice Beauty, and she actually forgot her place?"
"Exactly. Killing her? There's really no need!"
The voices of discontent below reached a crescendo.
The leader said:
"Please cooperate. Even if your fathers were here, they would have to cooperate with the authorities' investigation into a murder like this.
The sooner we finish questioning you, the sooner you can rest.
If you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to invite you to the government offices."
After that, the crowd fell silent.
Though they said nothing, everyone remained deeply dissatisfied.
Someone cursed:
"That son of a bitch Wang Biao! Isn't he just throwing his weight around because