Eric was speaking English, which Taoist Ming Yu couldn't understand. "What is he saying?"
Changyi replied helplessly, "He said he can call the prosecutor's office and have me released without charges."
Taoist Ming Yu couldn't help but chuckle. Sensing the faint deathly aura inside Eric, he asked, "Does he practice his techniques using corpses?"
Changyi replied, "It's a heritage from Europe. Apparently, it has something to do with Satan and Wizards."
Taoist Ming Yu nodded and asked again, "Ask him how he framed you."
Changyi translated. A flicker of panic crossed Eric's eyes, and he hastily shook his head. "I didn't frame you! It wasn't me!"
Taoist Ming Yu was wise with age; one look at Eric's eyes told him the man was lying. He shook his head and sighed, "To think he still dares to argue, even now."
Gu Zhao said flatly, "Telling bald-faced lies is their specialty."
He used to get angry about it back in college, but now he just saw them as a joke.
