The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became tense.
Tan Mo and the City Lord of Snowbird Port sat at opposite ends of the long dining table, facing each other from afar.
The City Lord of Snowbird Port slowly shook his head, his eyes fixed on Tan Mo, and said very seriously, "Perhaps, there are indeed some differences in opinions and disagreements in actions between the 'Golden Hand' and me. What I did not expect is that he turned out to be a petty person, secretly slandering me."
"Embezzlement and extortion? Hehehe, everything I do is for the Empire!"
After professing his loyalty, the City Lord of Snowbird Port slightly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a hint of composure: "Lord Tan Mo, you wouldn't just rely on the 'Golden Hand's' report against me to conclude that I conspired against him, would you?"
Tan Mo also showed a slight smile: "Are you suggesting that this is merely speculation on my part, lacking evidence and witnesses?"
"In fact, I have them."
