Wang Lao Ji stood there.
After this Lao Wangba stood up, he was very tall, and his Turtle shell was very large, so he exuded a strong sense of oppression standing there.
The powerful sense of oppression significantly weakened the aura of Wei Suonan's father, Wei Zongchang.
Wei Zongchang looked at Wang Lao Ji.
Everyone lived in this area.
He definitely knew that this Lao Wangba in front of him was Old Master Ye's personal chef, who was behind the Ninth Division.
This Lao Wangba's combat power couldn't be considered top-tier.
But he was Old Master Ye's confidant after all.
If he were to lay hands on Wang Lao Ji, Old Master Ye would surely be furious.
Wei Zongchang was, after all, a member of the Church, and moreover, a member of the Church royalty. In his bones, he carried the genes of being high and mighty and looking down on everything. "Lao Wangba, move aside! My son is dead, and I'm very angry right now! I know you have Old Master Ye backing you, but today, I don't advise you to stand up for the Ninth Division!"
Wang Lao Ji chuckled, "If it were just ordinary people from the Ninth Division, I would naturally turn a blind eye, but this one, I'm afraid you can't take him!"
Wei Zongchang, acting like an arrogant fool, said, "What if I insist on taking him!"
"Then Old Master Ye might personally come to talk to you!"
Wei Zongchang sneered, "Old Master Ye wouldn't possibly antagonize our Church royalty for a mere subordinate!"
Wang Lao Ji still said leisurely, "What if he's Old Master Ye's grandson?"
Wei Zongchang's expression froze.
His face also trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but look over Wei Zongchang's shoulder towards Fang Xin.
Wei Zongchang quickly reacted, "Stop your damn nonsense! Old Master Ye was never married, where would he get a grandson! Could it be your grandson, you old Wangba!"
Wang Lao Ji put his hands behind his back. Normally, when a person puts their hands behind their back, their hands would interlock. However, Wang Lao Ji's two front claws were slightly short, so they couldn't reach each other. He could only make the gesture of putting his hands behind his back.
"Don't believe it, huh? If you don't believe it, then try to make a move!"
Wang Lao Ji moved aside, signaling Wei Zongchang to make a move.
Seeing Wang Lao Ji like this, Wei Zongchang was momentarily unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.
Who the hell knew if Old Master Ye had any illegitimate daughters or anything of the sort? What if Fang Xin in front of him really was Old Master Ye's eldest grandson? If he took Fang Xin away, and Old Master Ye's thunderous wrath descended, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
Moreover, Wang Lao Ji was Old Master Ye's confidant. When speaking outside, he had to be mindful of Old Master Ye's image and couldn't slander him in the slightest, unless this Lao Wangba was incredibly audacious.
Wei Zongchang's eyes darted, glancing at Fang Xin. Fang Xin had only struck a law enforcement officer just now; his son's death had absolutely nothing to do with Fang Xin. His earlier outburst was entirely due to Feng Qiyu's provocation.
After a moment's thought, Wei Zongchang realized the implications, glaring fiercely at Feng Qiyu. This bastard had deliberately provoked him with his words all this time, urging him to attack Fang Xin. Thinking about it in reverse, didn't that further prove that this Ninth Division kid was related to Old Master Ye?
Wei Zongchang showed a sinister smile and said to Wang Lao Ji, "I didn't say I'd take him! Whoever killed my son, I'll take them!"
Wang Lao Ji chuckled again, pointing at Jiang Xiaocha, "They are siblings, and they've both eaten at Old Master Ye's house. I've already told you what I have to say. If you want to arrest them, then go ahead, I definitely won't stop you, but you'll bear the consequences yourself!"
These words made Wei Zongchang hesitate again. Didn't Fang Xin's earlier outburst happen precisely to stop the public security team from arresting Jiang Xiaocha?
Wei Zongchang only felt a surge of anger rush straight to his head.
Then, in extreme anger, he laughed, "Everyone, look! Everyone, listen! My son is dead, my son was killed by Old Master Ye's people! Now I want justice for my son, and this old Turtle is bringing up Old Master Ye to pressure me! Isn't this abusing power to bully others? Is there still justice? Is there still law? If they dare to kill my son today, they'll dare to kill me tomorrow! If they dare to kill me tomorrow, the day after tomorrow they'll turn their butcher's knife on the believers of the Church!
Relying on Old Master Ye to wantonly kill innocent people and harm my son, isn't this bullying honest people!"
Wei Zongchang violently shook his head, jabbing his finger in the air, his words fierce, his emotions agitated, filled with righteous indignation.
Jiang Xiaocha heard this and angrily said, "Your son was taking pictures under girls' skirts with a camera, and when we disagreed, your son even started hitting people! He was the one who struck first before I retaliated!"
Wei Zongchang immediately pointed at Jiang Xiaocha's nose, "My son photographed you? Why didn't my son photograph anyone else but you? Why don't you consider your own problems?
Furthermore, even if he did photograph you, so what? Will you lose a few pounds of flesh if he photographs you? Will you die from a photograph? My son has a physical disability, and this is his only hobby. Taking a picture of you won't kill you. It's your honor that my son can photograph you. What are you pretending about?
Don't think I don't know, you were probably secretly delighted when my son photographed you! I've seen many people like you! On the surface, you look incredibly pure, but behind the scenes, you're as contradictory as can be! Stop pretending to be pure!"
Jiang Xiaocha was momentarily speechless; this kind of person's logic was simply invincible.
Fang Xin immediately raised an eyebrow. He had encountered a madman today. There was only one way to deal with such a person: fight magic with magic. Fang Xin immediately pointed at Wei Zongchang.
"You're playing the victim now! You just said yourself that although your son has a physical disability, this is his only hobby! So why do you insist that your son was beaten to death and not died happily from being touched by a beautiful girl? I've seen many people like your son; on the surface, he looks very lewd, and who knows how twisted he is on the inside. Such people enjoy being trampled upon. If he died, shouldn't he look for his own problems!
According to normal development, with your son's temperament, when he gets a little older, he would die a truly miserable death. Now that he died happily, it's one thing that you don't say thank you, but you still want to pursue responsibility? Is there still justice? Is there still a bottom line? Is it the decay of morality or the distortion of human nature that allows someone like you to utter such callous words from a thirty-seven-degree mouth?"
Fang Xin's barrage of verbal attacks completely stunned Wei Zongchang.
He muttered to himself, 'Damn it, I've met my match.'
The other people around were also dumbfounded.
The old Turtle, Wang Lao Ji, couldn't help but turn around and glance at Fang Xin. He had thought he was a morally upright model student, but he turned out to be a character with very flexible principles.
Hua Qing, Zhao Shanhe, and Feng Qiyu also couldn't help but glance at Fang Xin. When they were playing with Fang Xin earlier, they thought he was a sunny, cheerful boy with outstanding qualities, but it turned out he was a master whose qualities became stronger when challenged and weaker when not.
Wei Zongchang was so angry at Fang Xin that he laughed.
His finger, pointing at Fang Xin, was trembling. "Good! Good, good, good!"
As he was speaking, a golden light, like a stream of light, came towards them.
It finally hovered above Wei Zongchang, and a voice was faintly discernible within the golden light.
"By Prince Wei's decree: The murder of a royal descendant is an unforgivable crime. Bring her back to the Church!"
Hearing this, many people were startled. This was the Old Master behind the Wei Family, the Church royalty, speaking personally.
Wei Zongchang immediately felt emboldened, pointing at the public security officers, "What are you still standing there for! Arrest them! I want them to be buried with my son!"
As both sides were at loggerheads.
Another golden light came from afar.
As it drew closer, it was discovered to be an entity among the door guardians at the entrance of the Ye Family estate.
Clad in full armor, the figure stood in mid-air, looking down coldly.
"By Old Master Ye's decree! Let the events of this night be concluded here!"
Wei Zongchang's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Concluded here? How can that be?"
Then, a furious, aged voice came from the Church's residential area.
"Ye Qingcang, your people killed my grandson, and you think a simple 'let it be concluded here' will settle the matter?"
No sooner had the words fallen than a voice slowly emanated from the Ye residence.