Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"my thoughts?"

"The old man saved me, what else could I possibly want? Should I let him go to jail?"

"Great!" The man with the mustache immediately jumped out and clapped enthusiastically.

"Did you all hear that? Even Lord Yan Huan said this guy should be in jail. Is there any need for a trial?!"

"You bastard...!" The young man stepped forward and cursed at the man with the mustache.

"Clearly, that's not what he meant. Everything my master did was for the future of Onphalus!"

Chapter 1217 Is Lord Yan Huan so weak?

"For the future of Onphalus? Hahahaha... Don't be ridiculous!"

The man with the mustache mocked:

"To be able to talk about theft in such a high and mighty way, they truly are worthy of being master and apprentice!"

"So, does that mean I'm no longer a citizen of Onfaros? Who will compensate me for my losses?!"

"What if someone in the Holy City gets injured and runs out of medicine? If even Ohmah falls, who will take in those refugees?"

"Absurd!" the young man argued vehemently.

"Ohmah has countless medicines available, enough to save many more refugees!"

"Don't think I don't know, you are clearly deliberately creating the illusion of drug scarcity in order to drive up drug prices!"

"The Holy City has no shortage of medicine. You heartless bastards would rather throw the medicine into the gutter than use it to save more people!"

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"Young man, you should have evidence to back up your words." The man with the mustache smiled slightly.

"The medicines are all produced by our family. How we sell them and to whom is none of your business."

"When has the Holy City ever been in trouble and we haven't stepped in? Now you want to help the foreigners fight against us internally?!"

"Wait a minute, you two."

Danheng interrupted their argument and asked:

"So, how much medicine does the Holy City actually have in stock?"

"Alas... Lord Danheng, to be honest, medicine is in very short supply." Upon recognizing Danheng, the man with the mustache quickly composed himself and forced a fawning smile.

"Many of the medicines in the warehouse are expired or damp and cannot be used at all."

"These two, master and apprentice, probably saw the medicine that was about to be discarded while they were stealing, and were blinded by a momentary urge to save it."

"Tsk."

At this point, his expression immediately turned disgusted.

"This arrogant fellow is a waste of the Holy City's bread."

"Besides, those are all our properties. How we use them is none of your business to judge, given that these two guys have contributed nothing to the Holy City and only know how to talk!"

"Everyone... I'm dying." At this moment, Yan Huan weakly raised her hand with an IV drip attached.

"In any case, this old man Su's medicine saved my life."

"So stop arguing, I'll pay for the medicine, okay..."

"Lord Yan Huan, it seems you have misunderstood something," the man with the mustache analyzed.

"If those medicines really saved you, then it was me who saved you!"

Yan Huan: "Huh?"

The man with the mustache said, "Those medicines were produced by us, and Suctyris was just a thief, a porter!"

"If you agree to visit my residence, I will definitely send someone to guard you 24 hours a day and will absolutely not let you encounter any mishap."

"Even if something unforeseen happens to you, you can use our medicine at any time; you won't need it at all!"

"But the problem is, I didn't visit your house." Yan Huan patted the cast on her body.

"Besides, the medicine was delivered by him; otherwise, I would have died. Tell me, wasn't it him who saved me?"

"..." The man with the mustache was speechless for a moment.

"Lord Yan Huan, this is no fun at all."

He slowly approached Yan Huan and carefully examined the plaster cast on his body.

"Are you really injured? I don't think so..."

"When you visited that old fellow at the Marble Palace before, you were clearly in good health, weren't you?"

"Really?" Yan Huan was taken aback.

"Yes, there are." The man with the mustache quickly pointed to the two guards beside him.

"You all saw it too, right?"

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it..." The two guards, who had received five yuan and five hundred yuan respectively, shook their heads frantically.

Eight-character mustache: "..."

"Okay, okay, so you're going to play like this...?"

"Lord Yan Huan, please forgive me!"

He suddenly jumped up in front of everyone, clasped his hands together and raised them high, then plummeted down, slamming hard onto Yan Huan's arm in a cast.

'Thump—pat—'

The plaster cast broke, revealing a hand wrapped in bandages with bright red bloodstains.

"Ah..." Yan Huan immediately fell backward, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

The man with the mustache looked completely bewildered: "?"

"You...! How dare you attack the heroes who defended the Holy City in public!!" The young man pointed at his mustache and shouted in grief and indignation:

"That's outrageous, Mr. Itro! Is there any point in us debating anymore?!"

"This……"

Seeing Yan Huan knocked unconscious in public, Itro was also at a loss.

This hero... got instantly killed by himself?

"How could that be? Lord Yan Huan is joking with us!"

The man with the mustache looked somewhat embarrassed and quickly kicked away the plaster shards on the ground.

"How could a legendary hero who could defeat Nicardo fall so easily?"

"I think he must have been too tired, so he fell asleep."

"According to rumors, Mr. Yan Huan's physical structure is very special, and he is not made of flesh and blood."

"Such a chosen body, how could it possibly shed blood?"

Under the gazes of everyone, including Dan Heng, the man with the mustache squatted down and unwrapped the bandage from Yan Huan's arm.

As the bright red bandage fell to the ground, the citizens' pupils trembled violently.

The bloody wounds were a truly shocking sight.

Drops of red blood trickled down his elbow and splattered onto the ground.

"Mr. LaRade, what exactly are you doing?" the young man roared in anger.

"You not only insulted my master, but you also didn't spare Lord Yan Huan!"

"How is that possible?" The man with the mustache looked bewildered, then his anger surged.

"Please use your brains! A hero like Lord Yan Huan couldn't possibly be that fragile. He's joking with us!"

"You don't believe me? Just wait and see!"

He ran to the side, grabbed an axe, and stood beside Yan Huan's wheelchair, trembling as he said:

"Watch closely, I'm going to wake up Lady Yan Huan right now!"

"Whoa~ Yahoo!"

The axe easily pierced the plaster cast and struck Yan Huan's thigh squarely, the sound of flesh being split open reaching everyone's ears.

"..."

As the blood began to flow, the onlookers became agitated.

"What...what are you doing?!" the elder exclaimed in terror.

Seeing the situation escalate to this point, even the most composed elder, Itero, could no longer maintain his composure.

He quickly went to the wheelchair, pulled LaRade away as he tried to continue hacking, and said sternly:

"This is a place for debate, not a place for violence!"

"I know, but I just wanted to wake Lord Yan Huan!" The man with the mustache raised his axe and cursed at Itro.

"I need to prove my innocence! Don't stop me, I'm so close!"

"I could feel my axe just hit something hard, that's why I knew Lord Yan Huan's body was different!"

"Damn it, that's bone!!" The elder hurriedly kicked it away, spread his arms and stood in front of Yan Huan's wheelchair, looking nervously at the mustache.

"I hereby declare this debate over. The decision regarding Suctris will now be decided by a vote!"

Chapter 1218 I'll Take It

"and many more."

Suddenly, a woman's voice broke the tense atmosphere.