Because Wang Anfeng was the killer.
Wang Anfeng also realized this and gripped his sword in his right hand.
He knew the scholar before him was spouting nonsense, yet the situation clearly was one of incontrovertibility, a scenario where the repeated lies of three people become truth.
Wang Anfeng felt his breathing slightly constricted.
He had killed villains and been in life-and-death situations before, but he had never felt as oppressed as he did now.
When everyone believes what you did was wrong,
right or wrong no longer mattered to these people; all they wanted was for you to submit.
Submit under their definition of right.
Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and was about to speak when Zhu Jian'an raised his hand to stop him, not letting him speak. Being inherently upright, he felt extreme disdain for the middle-aged scholar before him. Despite trying to restrain himself, his voice was still unavoidably harsh, he said,
"This order was given by me."
"What will you do about it?"
