Zhao San stiffened his neck, defending himself, and cast a hopeful gaze at the white-robed gentleman, hoping he would speak up for him again.
But how could the white-robed gentleman dare to speak now? Speaking for Zhao San wouldn't mean they're in cahoots?
He could only guiltily turn his head away, pretending he hadn't seen anything.
"Mr. Zhao San, do you have anything else to say?" Zhuge Fang's face was expressionless, showing no emotion.
Seeing that even his friend didn't help him, Zhao San felt disheartened, but upon hearing this, he immediately had a flicker of hope, "Brother Zhuge, I swear I didn't kill anyone."
Too late, it's now or never, Zhuge Fang thought disdainfully, but he said, "Of course, I trust Mr. Zhao's character, but the evidence is conclusive, and I must conduct official duties, for now, you'll be detained."
"You can't arrest me, I didn't do anything, if you're going to arrest someone, arrest him."
