When these words were uttered, Liu Yi was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Qin An meant by them.
Qin An raised his finger and ran it across his neck, his eyes filled with an even more complete murderous intent.
At this moment, Liu Yi finally understood, turning around to glance at the crowd of obsessed civilians and the elderly man laughing manically on the high platform, her aura of silence growing even deeper.
Moments later, Liu Yi looked up and softly said, "Logically, it should be handed over to the yamen for handling."
"Hand it over to the yamen? How would they handle it?" Qin An replied carelessly, "I can handle it myself."
With these words, Liu Yi stopped talking, tacitly agreeing with Qin An's thoughts.
She understood very well that if this matter were handed over to the yamen, perhaps these people might gain a glimmer of survival.
After all, there were many aspects worth discussing within this situation.
