At that moment, Wang Ba felt a chill all over.
He had guessed it!
He had actually guessed it!
Wang Ba had clearly hidden it so well, so why had Zhao Feng still managed to guess?
Since he had guessed, why had Zhao Feng said nothing earlier and instead let that square-faced disciple close the case?
What did he mean by suddenly exposing it now?
Question upon question surged through his heart.
For a moment, Wang Ba's thoughts were a tangled mess.
But the many hardships of these past days had, without his realizing it, tempered him into someone extraordinarily good at enduring in silence.
His face showed not the slightest panic at being exposed. Instead, it was filled with bewilderment and incomprehension...
"Senior Brother Zhao, I don't quite understand what you mean..."
"No, you understand."
Zhao Feng shook his head. "Still don't understand? If I think you understand, then you understand."
These words were shrouded in mist, yet at precisely that moment, Wang Ba truly understood.
Recalling the "intuition" Zhao Feng had mentioned several times before, he suddenly saw the light.
Because he really had been involved in Chu Erniu's death, Zhao Feng's intuition had picked up on it.
The former was the cause; the latter was the effect.
Just as ordinary people needed no understanding of mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, or the stars to know naturally that autumn had come upon seeing a single fallen leaf.
Zhao Feng's intuition could perceive the "cause" through the "effect," without needing to seek evidence or know the process.
That was why he had said that if he thought it was you, then it was you.
The square-faced disciple and the others had clearly known this as well, which was why they had not doubted Zhao Feng's conclusion at