At this moment, it was very quiet around Su Ming'an's ears.
It was as if a suffocating wave was crashing over him, one after another, submerging his mouth and nose.
Clearly, everyone was bowing to him with respect, yet he felt as if he had fallen into a deep nightmare, every gaze like thorns on his back.
A blonde woman wearing a black veil hat bowed elegantly, her voice as soft as red roses: "Leader, Xi Ting seeks your forgiveness. I failed to capture this entire group, three escaped, I hope for your pardon."
Su Ming'an didn't think much about the reason, but instead looked directly at Su Liujin.
Su Liujin's pupils were trembling, his expression nearly collapsing, his eyes filling with red, yet he still tried to maintain his Rationality. Sensing Su Ming'an's gaze, Su Liujin softly said:
"I know you are innocent."
