Fang Che spoke eloquently, looking down from on high, pointing with authority.
"Think about it, a stranger doing nothing every day, living in high-end hotels, buying whatever he wants, eating whatever he wants, without any source of income... Is such a person suspicious or not?"
"Suspicious!"
"What to do if suspicious? Keep an eye on him, investigate secretly. Find evidence, see anything unusual, and you can arrest him. Then it's over for him."
"Isn't that right?"
"And you forty-two people, in my opinion, forget about Steward Fang's all-seeing eyes. If I were in charge of the Guardian Hall right now and saw people like you, I would just assume you're absolutely spies from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect."
"Why?"
"Look at how you dress, so high-end, how clean you are, how smooth your skin, the exquisite things you use..."
