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"This is all your own doing!"
Xinglin knitted his brows and glared at the village chief who was obviously making trouble out of nothing, "I didn't touch any of you, and your injuries have nothing to do with me!"
"Look."
The young man pointed to a wound on a man standing behind the village chief, "That's clearly a knife wound."
"I don't even have anything sharp on me, how could I possibly have inflicted a knife wound?"
The village chief frowned and glanced back at the knife wound on the man.
He rolled his eyes silently.
What a bunch of idiots!
How could such an obvious knife wound be placed in such an obvious spot?
The village chief gave that person a disdainful look and then turned back to Xinglin with a smile, "Although you don't have a knife on you..."
"But we have seen how skilled you are, young man."
"You can even use playing cards as weapons, capable of scratching someone's face, so it's normal for you to inflict such wounds on our strong men..."
"Right?"
