Captain Mao walked over to Ye Fan, striding like a dragon and a tiger, and shouted, "It was you who broke these people's legs. Everyone should take responsibility for their actions. Don't think you can weasel your way out of this."
He wasn't foolish; anyone with eyes could tell it was Ye Fan by the onlookers' gazes and the victims' trembling actions. Concluding that Ye Fan was the perpetrator wasn't without reason.
"Which eye of yours saw that?" Ye Fan asked with interest.
"Yeah, which dog eye of yours saw him hitting people?"
"We can all testify he didn't hit anyone."
"The hero who hit them flew away long ago."
Voices of support echoed around, completely reversing the truth, scolding Captain Mao into a corner amidst the nonsense.
"Shut up, all of you shut the hell up. Anyone who dares babble again, be careful, I'll charge you with obstructing official duties." Captain Mao, burning with anger, stared at the furious crowd, his gaze turning ice cold.