March 15.
Under the gaze gathered from all over Sunzhou.
The first environmental pollution lawsuit concerning the Jinyang Steel Plant...
"Is about to begin!"
...
Twelve o'clock.
Sunzhou, Punk Judicial Identification Center.
"Almost time."
At the entrance, Xu Liang held all kinds of information in his hands, his face grave, his eyes dead serious.
It was the lunch break.
But he hadn't chosen to rest or eat; instead, his eyes kept darting around.
His gaze would now and then flick toward the corners, then sink into thought again.
The sight left the people around them full of question marks.
"Brother Liang, what are you doing?"
Wang Chao scratched his head, confusion in his eyes.
"Nothing."
Xu Liang calmly put away the documents in his hand.
Compared to the files from the last few days...
The pile in his hand had more than doubled!
A few blurred lines of text were caught by Wang Chao's eyes; he froze for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes as he realized something!
