Xie Yutang gulped, a drop of cold sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead. His hands trembled slightly and his eyes moved to the ground. In the next moment, his shock was replaced by anger.
He picked up the flying dagger and held it in his hand, he stared at everyone: "Who? Who is trying to plot against me? You better admit it, otherwise, I will bring this matter to the Patriarch!"
Upon hearing this, the face of the grandson of the Chief Elder paled and his body trembled slightly. He was impulsive and hadn't thought of the consequences. Now that Xie Yutang had threatened to bring the matter to the Patriarch, he panicked.
If his Grandfather found out, he would definitely kill him!
"It wasn't me."
"It wasn't me either."
"I didn't do it."
"I wasn't even standing in that direction."
The surrounding teenagers waved their hands one by one and said they didn't do it.
