"As for you, you're of no use whatsoever. Even if you run away, he won't bother chasing you!"
"..."
The tears of emotion that almost welled up were instantly swallowed back.
Seeing that Fatty was still standing there motionless, Jing Zhe kicked him in anger.
"What are you waiting for? Once they arrive, no one will escape. We'll be thrown into jail and at their mercy! Hurry back and tell my older sister that they'll come and rescue us!"
After saying that, he added, "Oh, and bring Guizhi too. Neither of you are of any use!"
"..."
"I'm not leaving!"
Upon hearing this, Guizhi cried out in a tearful voice.
She had served her master since childhood and had never left his side. When danger came, she ran away on her own. Is that something a human being would do?
"What are you crying for? Are you cursing your young lady? Can't you understand human language?"
In this critical moment, Jing Zhe had no intention of showing any mercy and started cursing.
"Guizhi! Listen to him!"
Chen Mo secretly tugged at Jing Zhe, signaling him to stop cursing, and then advised, "You two go get reinforcements. We two will stay here first; they won't dare to do anything to us! If you stay too, the more people you save, the more danger you'll face!"
"Miss…"
Before Guizhi could say anything more, Pangqiu grabbed her arm and, with his chubby body, sprinted forward like a tank.
In a short while, Lin Wenyao and his army of soldiers arrived in front of Jing Zhe and the others.
"Young Master, those two?"
The pale-faced but wounded, lean constable pointed at the running ball of flesh ahead and asked.
Let him be!
Lin Wenyao didn't even look at them; his mind was already completely captivated by Chen Mo. He thought it would be good to leave these two behind.
Seeing that he was looking at Chen Mo, Jing Zhe stood in front of her without making a sound and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry to trouble you, Young Master Lin, for making such a big fuss to see us off when you know we're leaving. I'm truly ashamed!"
"..."
That bastard has such a thick skin!
Lin Wenyao cursed inwardly and said, "Dream on! You think I'd give you a gift? I'm here to arrest you!"
"Arrest me? Why?"
"You blew up my father, and you're asking why?"
After hearing Lin Wenyao's words, Jing Zhe waved his hands repeatedly: "Young Master Lin, don't talk nonsense! I've heard of people starving to death, overeating to death, drowning, hanging, dying of illness, and even drowning while floating, but I've never heard of someone being blown up!"
He then squinted at Lin Wenyao and said, "If that were true, how many bad things would one have done to warrant divine intervention? The Prefect is a paragon of righteousness; that's impossible, isn't it?"
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