Counterfeit Hero

Reinhardt frowned. He did not think there was any misunderstanding in this matter. Carey and Martin were simply asking for humiliation. Even if Fatty hadn’t presented proof, the honest fellow was still more credible than those two playboys. However, this matter had too great an impact on Donald. In noble circles, the rule of supporting one another, though Reinhardt despised it, was something he understood. Sometimes, it’s better to turn a big problem into a small one, and a small problem into no problem at all.

But when it came to Zhang Yuan’s blunt and unsophisticated nature, Reinhardt found it rather headache-inducing. He said to Fatty, "Zhang Yuan, maybe you mistook someone. Why don’t you talk with Mr. Donald." With that, he nodded to Donald and left straight away.

Donald, feeling as if he had been granted an imperial decree, knew that Reinhardt’s words were already quite generous. As long as he could appease the annoying Fatty, everything would be resolved. Though people would still gossip privately, publicly his reputation would remain intact, and no one would dare use this incident to accuse him face to face. Otherwise, they would be offending Stephen, himself, and the Mythical Army — three major forces. Given Reinhardt’s character, he absolutely wouldn’t like to see anyone using a member of the Mythical Army as a tool.

Christina and Ann Lei also found it inconvenient to stay any longer, so they followed Reinhardt into the ballroom, leaving Fatty and Donald staring at each other.

After a long pause, Fatty said bluntly, "I didn’t lie, I really didn’t lie!"

Donald almost spat blood in Fatty’s face. Damn it, I know you didn’t lie; the problem now is that you’re not lying! He suppressed his internal turmoil and laughed loudly, "Ha ha, as long as it’s a misunderstanding, that’s fine! I told you, Carey wouldn’t go to such a place." This old fox, narrowing his eyes at Fatty, continued loudly, "Mr. Zhang, thank you so much. The people of the Mythical Army are truly remarkable! They are honest and noble! Misunderstandings can always be cleared up!"

This old hand’s trick of confusing black and white was highly practiced. These two sentences were loud and clear enough for the nobles passing by the door to hear, evidently aiming to establish the predetermined fact that Zhang Yuan had admitted it was a misunderstanding.