None of this escaped Tanaka Aoba's eyes, and he understood. What Ye Feng had said was most likely true. This samurai and the owner had actually colluded to kill for money. Their crimes truly deserved death.
At this thought, Tanaka Aoba's tone grew even darker, and he shouted:
"Even now, you still refuse to confess? Do you really think I wouldn't dare cut you down on the spot?"
The owner was so terrified that he wet himself. He hurriedly fell to his knees and begged:
"Please spare my life, sir! I only did this to them because I gave in to a moment of greed. Please spare me!"
This admission established that Ye Feng and the others were innocent, but Tanaka Aoba had no intention of letting the matter rest.
His tone still grim, Tanaka Aoba said:
"Is that all? What did you do afterward?"
The owner, who had been sobbing and begging for mercy, paused for two seconds upon hearing Tanaka Aoba's words, then resumed crying:
"It was all my fault! I found the squad leader on duty and deliberately left out the two million. I only told him that someone had refused to pay for their meal and killed someone. After hearing what I said, the squad leader angrily came to arrest the murderer."
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow at the owner's words. The man really had some backbone, taking all the blame himself.
The samurai, on the other hand, inwardly sighed with relief at the owner's words and thought:
You really are a loyal brother! Don't worry. After you die, I'll take good care of your wife and daughter!
Just what sort of care that meant remained unknown.
Tanaka Aoba frowned at this. He knew the samurai had been involved too, but if the owner stubbornly refused