At this moment, everyone was accusing the middle-aged man, believing he had killed the old man.
But the middle-aged man felt he was being wronged; he truly hadn't laid a hand on anyone.
Of course, Xu Quanyao didn't possess the ability to silence him; actually, Xu Quanyao was deliberately allowing him to speak in his defense.
Thus, the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted, "Let me go! Let me go! I'm not the murderer, I'm not the murderer!"
"The silver needle was shot from your direction, how can you still deny it?" Xu Quanyao asked viciously.
And the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted back, "Even if it did go from my direction, that has nothing to do with me. I'm just an ordinary person; I don't have the ability to kill someone from so far away."
Zhan Yun suddenly yelled out, "Perhaps you have some kind of hidden weapon on you!"
"What kind of hidden weapon could I possibly have on me!" The middle-aged man found the suggestion laughable.