The six men were indeed intimidated by Tangyu's aura, and since they had guilty consciences and were worried that if this person in front of them really was a police officer, they would be in trouble.
"You, you're talking nonsense, this is a family heirloom, how could it be fake?" The middle-aged man still tried to argue, but he clearly lacked confidence. For some reason, when he saw Tangyu's somewhat sharp gaze, he felt as if all his thoughts were being completely seen through, and this feeling of guilt was involuntary.
"Talking nonsense, are you really sure I'm talking nonsense?" Tangyu pressed on, staring at the middle-aged man.
