"..."
The remaining second-tier gentry and strongmen eagerly chimed in. These days, who didn't have some connections? Even if they didn't, they had to make something up. After all, with everyone else shouting about their backers, staying silent was no longer just about failing to fit in—it would make them look like informants for Zheng Jun.
Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Song Ran couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile. However, right at that moment, a clear and resonant young voice echoed among them. "Not bad, I agree as well! After you kill Zheng Jun, I will personally explain it to the Prefect. He definitely won't blame you!"
This voice appeared so abruptly that everyone present was taken aback. They all wondered where the voice came from. Even Song Ran shared this thought; he felt a wave of confusion as the hairs on his body stood on end.
