"Oh? Extremely vicious?" Ji Fengyan raised her brows and glanced at the downtrodden little old man. Her expression was thoughtful.
At Ji Fengyan's glance, the little old man's face suddenly reddened. He said, "Don't look at me. I was wrongly accused."
Before Ji Fengyan could speak, a large man who was locked in the cell on Ji Fengyan's left suddenly laughed coldly. "Wrongly accused? Others might dare to claim to be wrongly accused, but how can the great King of Poisons dare to claim to be wrongly accused? When you poisoned the entire household of three hundred people in Dong City, why didn't you feel you were wrongly accused?"
The little old man glared at the large, powerful looking man. "You better not talk nonsense. I'm just a little old man, how could I have done something so terrible? Someone set me up. Look at me, how could I have taken anyone's life?"
The large man laughed coldly. Clearly he did not take the little old man's words to heart.
