Evidence of Guilt

Looking at the elderly man before him, Cui Hong's eyes were filled with fear, and he trembled all over.

Lafayette softened his sharp gaze and revealed a particularly kind smile. "Cui Hong, now that you're here, why rush to leave so quickly?"

"Come, have a seat. We can talk things through."

He smiled amiably, like a true Maitreya Buddha, harmless and extremely benevolent.

However, in Cui Hong's eyes, that smile appeared as terrifying as a demon.

Cui Hong thudded to his knees, "Cui Hong pays respects to Lafayette."

As he spoke, he kept his head lowered, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Pays respects to Lafayette."

The Iron King walked over and knelt on one knee, showing utmost deference.

Unlike Cui Hong, he remained looking at Lafayette even after the bow, open and honest.

"Alright, get up."

Lafayette remained calm, walked past the two of them, and sat down on the sofa in the hall.