"I didn't say that you were the ones who killed them, but why are you meddling in my business?" the old man asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Hai's face darkened when he saw the old man's expression. He then said in a deep voice, " "Old Sir, I've been talking to you in a nice tone because I see that you're getting on in years. I'm talking to you like this, but it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you. From the moment you appeared until now, you've been questioning us. Does this mountain belong to your family? Do I have to report to you first about everything that happens in this Mt. Xiaodang? If that's the case, why don't you go and beat up the murderer? Instead, you came to find us? Why? Are you afraid of the murderer? Seeing that we're soft-hearted, you think we're easy to bully, so you came to find us?"
When the old man heard Zhao Hai, he was stunned. Then, his expression changed, " "Do you know who you're talking to?"
