The other side dragged up a man whose hands were cuffed, face haggard, eyes full of panic and unease, and walked him toward the courtroom.
After a long moment.
The dragging sound snapped the courtroom out of its daze, and everyone looked up.
They saw Dong Feiyu, who was struggling nonstop and resisting with his whole body, being dragged to the witness stand in the courtroom.
People had originally wanted to speak up and ask questions, but when they saw him, the words stuck in their throats and they suddenly paused, surprise flickering across their faces.
"What's going on with Dong Feiyu? Was he tortured into confessing?"
"How did he end up... looking like some homeless bum?"
"Hiss, the Dong Clan isn't going to have a problem with this, right..."
"..."
Only to see this.
Dragged in, Dong Feiyu's complexion was indescribably bad, his skin sallow and haggard, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess.
If not for his clothes still being fairly neat, he'd be a complete vagrant!
Seeing this.
