Jiang Shijie's face was somber as he stared at Fang Yu and said, "You're right—"
Many times, the least likely reason is the actual reason. A person's appearance is an easily deceptive mask to fool others.
Jiang Shijie was just such a person—
A psychologically ill individual.
You could kill his entire family, but you couldn't take away his woman; he might be able to accept you sleeping with his mother, but not his wife... In other words, a huge forest breeds all sorts of birds.
Seeing two guards up ahead, Jiang Shijie said in a chilling voice, "Now I command you to step outside the confines of the small dark room and strike them!"
Jiang Shijie pointed at the two soldiers ahead.
Fang Yu glanced at them and said with a light smile, "I didn't expect you to be so cunning. You want me to hit them, then create the illusion that I attacked others and fled, giving you a reason to shoot and kill me in the act of prevention, right?"
