Ten or so Mystique Rank experts had formed an impenetrable barrier around Ye Chen.
Ye Chen saw these people closing in and stopped in his steps, his eyes narrowing quickly. He had noticed long ago that two of them had been observing him.
"Hey, you scoundrel. I'm the custodian of the Sand Beast Clan, Sha Nantian. You're the one who robbed my brother? Hand it over, kneel, and kowtow to me. I'll spare your life then!" That silver-armored middle-aged man glared nastily at Ye Chen, his yellow pupils gleaming ominously.
"It's this young'un indeed!" Among the group, a black-robed guy with a vulgar countenance pointed at Ye Chen accusingly.
"It's this tyke who beat up my brother and robbed him of his possessions!" Another skinny man pointed at Ye Chen too.
Being in public, the Sand Beast Clan had to consider how things would look. They dared not kill and rob someone in broad daylight, so they were going to frame Ye Chen, then seize his possessions.
