The crowd looked at the old man with confusion, wondering, who is this person?
No one noticed that the mont the old man appeared, ng Po’s face suddenly changed.
"Well? Mr. ng Po, don’t you find this person sowhat familiar?" Two soldiers brought the old man to the stone-cutting table, and Peng Shaohe circled around him, looking at ng Po with a faint smile.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on ng Po’s back, his gaze flickered, and he quickly thought of a solution.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he laughed.
"Mr. Peng, how could I possibly know who he is? I’ve never seen him before." To prove his point, ng Po deliberately took a few steps forward to scrutinize the old man closely.
The old man opened his eyes upon hearing ng Po’s voice, and a glimr of light appeared in his eyes as he looked at ng Po. He was about to plead for help but tightly closed his mouth upon noticing ng Po’s warning gaze.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, there are plenty of people in Yushi City who do!" Peng Shaohe chuckled with anger, gesturing for a soldier who quickly ran out. Monts later, more than a dozen people, dressed in the work uniforms of Yushi City, followed him in, bewildered.
"Are you all staff mbers of Yushi City?" Peng Shaohe asked.
The group nodded in confusion, not understanding what Peng Shaohe intended to do.
"Very well, can you tell , do you recognize this old man?" Peng Shaohe pointed to the old man, asking solemnly.
The Yushi City staff followed his direction and saw the half-conscious old man, and after a glance at his face, they nodded in surprise.
"Isn’t he the uncle who is in charge of the warehouse?" a younger girl exclaid.
ng Po’s heart sank, while Peng Shaohe seed pleased.
"Are you sure? No mistake?" he asked the girl with a smile.
"How could I be mistaken? Uncle Wasa has been working here for so many years, everyone knows him!" the girl said, puzzled, "Is he sick?"
"Well, no, not sick, just blinded by greed," Peng Shaohe chuckled mockingly and asked the other staff, "Do you all know him?"
They nodded, agreeing with the girl’s statent.
Peng Shaohe smiled with satisfaction and motioned for the soldiers to take them away.
"See? Uncle Wasa, who is in charge of the Yushi City warehouse, holds the keys to all the warehouse doors! Besides the main person in charge of the Country Fei Public Disk, only this old man can freely enter and exit the warehouse! Last night, this old fellow took the Jade King’s money and let your people in to swap Xiao Qing’s raw materials! He has already admitted it, what more do you have to say?"
The hall fell silent, the developnt of events had transcended all expectations. With the testimony in hand, the balance in everyone’s hearts began to tilt towards Peng Shaohe, with many now casting doubtful glances towards ng Po.
Zhang Yuksheng and Ruan Xue, along with others, heaved a sigh of relief, showing joy on their faces, and feeling deeply grateful for Peng Shaohe’s sincere help.
Only An Yiqing remained expressionless, leaving her thoughts a mystery.
The appearance of this Old Wasar had pushed the situation to a deadlock, extrely disadvantageous to ng Po’s side.
Qiu Qingran’s face darkened, with a trace of killing intent in her eyes. Behind her, Qiu Yanran stood silently, not daring to act, knowing well King Xinsheng’s renowned prowess.
After a mont of deathly silence, ng Po suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Mr. Peng, your asures for Miss An are indeed impressive! You arranged for a gatekeeper to accuse of switching Miss An’s raw materials. Isn’t relying solely on one testimony a bit hasty, Mr. Peng? Looking at this old man, it seems he has suffered quite a lot. Could it be Mr. Peng that you coerced him into confession through torture?"
Being an old hand, ng Po’s words hit the point, making the balance in people’s minds waver once more.
Indeed, only testimonial without physical evidence is a reckless way to convict ng Po just by the word of an old man!
Besides, this so-called Wasa... seems to have suffered quite so physical hardship. Could it be that King Xinsheng, in order to turn the tables for his savior, coerced a confession or orchestrated a drama?
"Nonsense! Do you think I’m as despicable as you?!" Peng Shaohe raged. Ever upright and honest, he couldn’t tolerate such accusations from ng Po, "I’ve walked upright my whole life, how can a man like you slander ?! It’s switched, just admit it, don’t pretend you’re a man if you don’t dare to admit it!"
ng Po’s expression darkened, and his internal fury grew stronger.
"Mr. Peng, you’re King Xinsheng, while I’m a small figure not daring to provoke you. But with so many people present, do you think they’re all fools? Bringing a half-dead old man to fra , even though you want Miss An to win the competition, isn’t it insulting to everyone’s intelligence?!"
ng Po expertly sowed discord, leading people to look at Peng Shaohe differently. They didn’t care about the swap, they cared about whether Peng Shaohe was truly taking them for fools.
Furious and unable to justify himself, Peng Shaohe wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat ng Po.
"You old fool! I’ll ruin you!"
At this mont, An Yiqing, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Peng Shaohe’s arm.
"Grandpa Peng, stay calm." She turned to ng Po, coolly stating, "You want physical evidence, right? I have it!"
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