Chapter 32: The Ugly Goods Transporter You Talk About Is Me
His body visibly stiffened.
He knew who it was without even turning around, because of the light and soft feeling.
Lu Xiao turned his head, his voice softening considerably: "Let go."
“Lu Xiao, I’ve already called the police. Now let the court decide the trial.”
Nan Jiao understood Lu Xiao's temperament. He had once been jointly reported by the nobles of the First Star for being too ruthless, but because of his high prestige and the fact that the person he attacked was not morally superior, the matter was still suppressed by the Queen.
Injuring an orc is one thing, killing an orc is another. Even if Tang De was to die, he shouldn't have been killed in public before being convicted.
Nan Jiao didn't want to cause him any trouble, as for the reason...
Her long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.
She just didn't want him to get into trouble because of her, because she would feel guilty, that's all.
Because Carl had called an ambulance beforehand, Thand was quickly lifted onto a stretcher, lying sprawled out; otherwise, he might have bled to death before the trial.
There was a pool of blood on the ground, and everyone knew that Tang De was probably finished.
The businessmen who witnessed the incident were discussing it extensively:
"Indecent assault against a female is a serious crime, and Tang De is going to be in big trouble now. That guy is wicked; he probably warned his hotel beforehand, but he didn't expect the Marshal to be here, and the surveillance footage was still unearthed."
"Why would the Marshal stand up for Nan Jiao? Although he usually has a good reputation, isn't it a bit too much of an overreaction for a stranger to go to such lengths, looking for surveillance footage and punishing Tang De?"
"Are you all idiots?! Can't you see that there's something special between President Nan and Marshal Lu? Their eyes are practically glued to each other! Was the Marshal's reaction normal? He looked like an angry husband who saw his wife almost being sexually assaulted!"
"You make a good point, but Hargen, weren't you just questioning him? Now you're calling him General Manager Nan all the time. You really know how to change your tune!"
"You guys are so slow to react! I noticed it a long time ago, didn't you see that President Nan always wears a sachet? What does that mean? It means that she and the Marshal are getting married soon!"
...
Seeing that the wind direction had changed again, and listening to the increasingly skeptical speculations around her, Sang Lin couldn't help but speak up:
"You guys have such wild imaginations! It's a waste of your talents that you're not writers. The sachet Nan Jiao is wearing wasn't a gift from the marshal at all; it was given to her by a porter, and she's the only one who treasures it!"
Those present expressed their disbelief:
"How is this possible? They'd rather have a porter than a marshal? That doesn't make sense. Besides, even without a marshal, President Nan's wealth wouldn't be enough to justify his interest in a porter."
Seeing that no one believed her, Sang Lin was so angry she almost jumped up and down: "What do you know? Who said the Marshal has taken a liking to her? Let me tell you the truth, the Marshal has long had someone in his heart, and that is my cousin Feng Ran! As for why the Marshal helped her, it's obvious. Didn't you see my cousin run down? My cousin is kind-hearted and can't stand seeing females being bullied. The Marshal must be trying to please my cousin!"
Sang Lin was absolutely convinced that Lu Xiao was in love with her cousin Feng Ran.
She once found a book with only two pages of text. The protagonist was her cousin, Feng Ran, and the two pages were full of Feng Ran's glamorous experiences—a classic female lead story.
At first, Sang Lin thought it was just a prank.
Later, after her parents passed away unexpectedly, her cousin was actually adopted by Her Majesty the Queen, and suddenly became a princess, second only to the Queen.
From then on, Sang Lin completely believed those two pieces of paper. The proud and arrogant Sang Lin devoted herself to protecting Feng Ran, firmly believing that as long as the other party had meat to eat, she would also have soup to drink.
"I'm not making this up. Nan Jiao's true love is that porter! One of our Sangsang Le chain stores is very close to Nan Jiao's store. I've heard my employees mention it countless times. Nan Jiao is always hanging out with that porter, all lovey-dovey and oblivious to the world around them!"
Sang Lin smiled and said, "You've all tried to flatter the wrong person. You've only managed to please that porter, not the marshal!"
Lu Xiao had just given a few instructions to the police when he happened to overhear Sang Lin talking about "Nan Jiao" and "porter" as he passed by.
He paused, tilting his head slightly: "What mover?"
Upon seeing the person in question arrive, everyone present immediately stopped their discussion.
Sang Lin became even more excited when she saw Lu Xiao approaching. She figured that since Lu Xiao had abandoned Nan Jiao, it meant he must also be dissatisfied with her. She grinned and said:
"Marshal, you have no idea how miserable Nan Jiao was after you abandoned her. No, you should say she was desperate and would take anything! Do you know what kind of person she secretly pledged her life to? A useless porter!"
Sang Lin's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, as if she had finally found a flaw in Nan Jiao's illustrious resume. She exaggeratedly described it:
"That mover doesn't have a stable job and idles around all day. That's not all, but I heard that he's also incredibly ugly and has to wear a mask to avoid being seen. He's so repulsive that I don't know how Nan Jiao can stand him. Is she a fetishist?"
Those around Sang Lin were amused by her humorous description, but Feng Ran's expression grew increasingly strange. This description of a porter sounded a bit like…
"Sang Lin! Stop talking." She walked over quickly, but Sang Lin, that clueless idiot, didn't understand her meaning at all and laughed so hard she almost fell over.
Lu Xiao's lips curled into a smile, but the smile sent chills down one's spine.
"You continue."
Sang Lin thought that Lu Xiao also shared her sentiments, after all, there is nothing more satisfying than watching someone you hate live a miserable life.
"And what's more, that porter doesn't seem to be literate. In an interstellar world where education is so widespread, it's unbelievable that an orc can't read. He must be one of the lowest-ranking orcs! Why do I say that? Because my employee once witnessed him greeting customers at the door. When a customer asked him to memorize the menu, he couldn't. Why? Because he simply couldn't recognize all the words on it, hahaha..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ran closed her eyes.
Now no one can save her.
Lu Xiao subconsciously looked in Nan Jiao's direction; she was cooperating with the police in giving a statement. Although he knew Nan Jiao might not have heard him, the feeling of humiliation clung to him like a leech.
Wasn't he dumped by Nan Jiao precisely because he was uneducated? Now, this very thing has been brought up as a joke by another orc.
"Is it funny?"
Sang Lin nodded with a smile, unaware that something was amiss.
"The incompetent, vulgar, illiterate, lowest-class porter you're talking about... that's me."
...
The scene seemed to be paused; everyone was unable to laugh and their bodies were stiff.
Sang Lin twitched the corner of her mouth: "Marshal, this joke is not funny."
Lu Xiao had already taken out his handgun at some point and was casually playing with it.
His voice was light and airy:
"Since I became famous, many orcs who disliked me have liked to slander and attack me, and without exception, they have all died."
"Their favorite thing to mock me for is that I can't read. Do you think so too? Hmm?"
The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at her, and there was a risk of accidental discharge at any moment.
Sang Lin's face turned pale instantly.
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