Chat, chat...
In an instant, everyone in the conference room instinctively shifted their gaze to Zhao Yi.
Some were confused, others remained calm.
But most of the Supreme Court judges fixed their eyes on him, and regardless of the kind of look, Zhao Yi felt immense pressure.
What experience does he have?
Is he supposed to tell them to just lay low and give up!?
Zhao Yi furiously complained inside. Last year, he hadn't been busy quelling public opinion; he simply tried to finish judging the case.
Wait.
Last year's Hanhai City case!?
Suddenly, something occurred to Zhao Yi. He frowned and subconsciously said:
"Something's off."
Not... something's off?
Everyone paused, then raised their eyebrows, "What's off?"
"The way this guy showed up feels really off."
Zhao Yi uttered something confusing.
He felt Liu Jinshui was really off, mainly because... why does his method look so much like Liu Mingbo's!?
One brought a corpse to the courthouse to file a complaint.
