The guard asked, "Does Young Marquis Jing know this person?"
Jing Yi said, "He's the brother of a friend of mine."
The guard looked at Su Ergou skeptically. "I wonder who is that young master in the capital I've never seen."
Jing Yi's friends were either rich or noble, but this person's clothes did not look like a young master of an aristocratic family.
"You don't know my friend," Jing Yi said.
The guard sized up Su Ergou carefully. No matter how he looked at it, he did not think that Su Ergou was someone with status.
The guard said calmly, "He injured my young master. We can't let this matter go. What do you think, Young Marquis Jing?"
Jing Yi asked with a deep gaze, "What do you plan to do?"
The guard said coldly, "He can sever his arm, or I can cripple his arm."
Jing Yi said word by word, "You can't touch this person. If you don't believe me, try me."
The guard frowned.
