Cao Yanhua was sharp enough to notice that there seemed to be some conflict between Jiang Shangbai and Yang Jian. It was not simply a matter of them disliking each other and trading a few barbs.
Jiang Shangbai's expression was grim.
Last night, because of Yang Jian, he had practically made a full circuit around the city.
Not only that, he had remained on edge, afraid Yang Jian might suddenly appear before him and attack him.
Yet he had never expected this guy to be so carefree, going off to sleep at the Ping An Hotel.
However, it was already morning by the time he learned the news.
"Yang Jian, do you know what you were doing last night?" Jiang Shangbai stopped and stared coldly at him.
"Of course. Working overtime and sleeping. What, were you looking for me last night?" Yang Jian replied calmly.
"Is there any point in lying at a time like this?" Jiang Shangbai sneered. "Don't think I don't know what you did last night. While our Circle of Friends was busy dealing with the Ghost Painting Incident, you actually dared to strike at us. You took out several Ghost Tamers. If you don't give me an explanation today, then there's no need to hold this meeting. And don't even think about returning to your Dachang City."
What?
Cao Yanhua was stunned. He looked at Yang Jian uncertainly.
This guy had fought with the Circle of Friends?
Wang Xiaoming seemed not to have heard anything. He still had his head slightly lowered, his eyes closed.
Liu Xiaoyu, who had been rather inconspicuous, widened her eyes in disbelief.
Yang Jian looked at him. "Without any proof, how can you slander an innocent man out of thin air?"
"Without proof?"
With anger in his voice, Jiang Shangbai threw