The chest of the Inspection Deputy of the Prefect heaved violently, sweat trickling down his fat face making him look greasy, as if one's hand would be covered in oil if one was to reach out and touch him.
"How, how dare you — Surely I would never harm your lord, the district magistrate?" Having been terrified badly by the two rows of soldiers, the Inspection Deputy of the Prefect was extremely insecure at the moment. With the guards flanking him taken down and their weapons confiscated, he felt like a salted fish breathing difficultly on a cutting board, flapping his tail and trying to escape. He sweated even more profusely.
Dian Yan said with a smile, "Of course I'm not worried. Deputy, based on your abilities, who are you capable of harming?"
The Inspection Deputy of the Prefect was silent for a moment, and he felt that he had been looked down upon. Although Dian Yan believes that I will not hurt Jiang Pengji, why do his words sound rather contemptuous?