"You don't suspect us anymore?" Feng Jiu asked, raising her eyebrows. She thought this middle-aged man's calmness in such circumstances showed his character.
"I don't dare."
The middle-aged man bowed his head. He had long known of the other party's formidable strength, even if they had never fought against each other before. However, these people with unfathomable strength were clearly led by the woman in red, so how could he dare to make reckless assumptions?
Feng Jiu took a step forward, her voice nonchalant. "Your daughter's death has nothing to do with us. As my people said, it would be simple for us to take your lives. We wouldn't make things so complicated."
After walking up to the middle-aged man, she paused and said, "But I'm curious.
This small village seems peaceful, yet a murder happened which implicates us and makes you suspect us."
