You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

Meng Jingting pushed open the door to the observation room.

Although he sprayed a whole bottle of barrier spray, the intertwined pheromones still managed to attract attention immediately.

Xie Wencheng chuckled and muttered something under his breath.

People of high status are usually given a single cell when they are brought to the court, while these large rooms where more than a dozen people are mixed together are used to detain a group of criminals who have committed despicable acts and are despised by others.

After Song Han recovered somewhat, he asked for a sedative, and Dr. Xiao Bu promptly injected him with the medication.

After all, it would be quite awkward if someone were to experience a period of high susceptibility in the courtroom.

Hearing the noise, Song Han lifted his eyelids. His expensive suit was already dry, his hair was messy and his face was pale. He was no longer the aloof person he usually was. Song Lin, who was sitting next to him, was so frightened that his eyes were lifeless.

"Meng Jingting, no major city currently dares to challenge the pro-peace faction," Song Han said hoarsely.

Meng Jingting casually pulled up a chair and sat in the middle: "No peace faction in any major city dares to directly declare war on the Tribunal."

This is a serious charge. Song Han frowned: "I didn't."

Meng Jing heard a cold voice: "You dare to kidnap my Omega."

Song Han immediately became agitated: "I only invited him as a guest!"

Xie Wencheng, who was taking notes, sneered: "Forced visit? What do you want with these B-level Alphas? What's the deal with that cup of tea?"

Song Han clenched his back teeth, his first time crashing so thoroughly.

No matter how much Song Lin pleaded, Song Han would never actually harm Zhong Xun. These Alphas were just for show; the antidote for that cup of tea was right there in his hands. As long as Zhong Xun agreed to leave Meng Jingting and fulfill his brother's wishes, Song Han would let him leave safely. Who knew that the rumored mental tentacles were like this…

Zhong Xun flipped the table, causing all the evidence to fall into the hands of the court.

The evidence is irrefutable.

"I'll say it again, things didn't turn out the way I wanted." Song Han's eyes were sinister. "Meng Jingting, even if I did target Zhong Xun, are you really going to disregard both sides for the sake of an Omega...?"

Clang!

Meng Jing suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair in the process.

As he approached, a powerful surge of pheromones assaulted him, rendering Song Han immobile, while Song Lin frantically tried to burrow into the corner.

He seemed to finally understand that while judges and S-class officials were rare and attractive, and it seemed that obtaining them would bring him a fulfilling life, the dangers they faced were things he had never encountered before.

Meng Jingting grabbed Song Han by the collar and slammed him to the ground. Then, a fierce punch came flying at Song Han. Song Han only had time to block twice before blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his front teeth caved in.

After beating up Song Han, all the other Alphas were hammered into the wall, especially the one with the tattooed arm. The mental tentacles' control over him hadn't ended yet. The intense pain might have brought him a brief moment of clarity, but his inner desires quickly took over again. He even took the time to say to Meng Jing, "Can't I even be his dog?"

The scene fell silent. Xie Wencheng immediately looked up the guy's real name, thinking to himself, "He's got guts. I'll definitely remember him."

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Meng Jing's breathing remained steady. He took the hot towel from Dr. Xiao Bu and wiped the blood off the back of his hand. Tan Que whispered, "Song Chu is here."

Song Chu's facade of propriety and kindness crumbled at once, and his first words to Meng Jing were, "Where is my son?!"

Meng Jingting raised his head slightly, his fierce aura still lingering, which frightened Song Chu's bodyguards so much that they desperately shielded him behind them.

"Judge!"

"Please calm down, sir!"

"Song Chu," Meng Jing heard, "I really gave you too much credit."

Song Chu, who made a living with his words, was unusually silent at this moment. His experience over most of his life told him that Meng Jingting really would take action.

Thus, Song Chu could probably guess that Song Han and Song Lin were not much better off.

Song Chu closed his eyes tightly: "Judge, this is my fault for not disciplining him properly. Name your terms, as long as he is released."

"I can't let him go." Meng Jing heard this and said, "I will follow the normal procedures. Of course, as an Omega, Song Lin can apply for bail, but Song Han kidnapped and threatened my Omega, and I will definitely make him stand in the dock."

This is a huge scandal for the peacemakers.

If word gets out, Song Han might even lose his right to inherit the throne.

Every family has its own troubles, and the Song family is no exception. Song Chu is getting old, and his relatives from the collateral branches are starting to get restless when they hear the news.

"Meng Jing, listen," Song Chu said in a deep voice, "Aren't you the most composed person? You're afraid that even the slightest imbalance will disrupt the peace of Yandu. You don't want those merchants who are secretly waiting for an opportunity to get rich. You even protect those useless ants in Zone B under the dilapidated cowshed. You have so many concerns, so why can't you compromise now? Or is it that even the impartial Grand Judge has moments of selfishness?"

Meng Jingting stared calmly at Song Chu.

"You think I did this for Zhong Xun?" A fleeting disappointment crossed Meng Jingting's indifferent eyes. "Song Chu, I can tolerate the existence of prejudice against the Tribunal, and I can understand your pursuit of the ultimate genes. But when you powerful and wealthy people held underground banquets and crossed the line step by step, using fusion technology on humans, you should have understood that I would not let it go. You yourself handed me the leverage."

Song Chu gripped his cane tightly, veins bulging from the back of his hand to his temples. His gaunt face was instantly filled with unspeakable rage, and his voice trembled: "The person that night... it was you!"

That night, Meng Jingting and Zhong Xun left the underground banquet and violently injured the guards at the entrance. Song Han investigated for a long time afterward, but found nothing.

Song Chu had always thought that Meng Jingting had discovered the fusion experiment on Du Ruosen, who had escaped unexpectedly, but he did not expect that Meng Jingting had already taken action before that.

What else does he know?!

Song Chu's expression was quite varied, and compared to Meng Jingting's unwavering composure, he quickly succumbed.

"Judge," Song Chu's tone was almost pleading, "we don't need to take this to this point."

Meng Jing asked, "Should we go through the proper procedures and take Song Lin away first?"

Song Chu knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Visit! I have the right to visit, don't I?"

Meng Jingting replied, "Of course."

Upon seeing Song Han's pitiful state, with even his front teeth missing, Song Chu flew into a rage: "Meng Jingting, you're abusing your power! I'm going to sue you!"

"Go ahead," Meng Jingting said coldly, "as long as you can get it done."

Song Chu stood there, his eyes wide open. He had always been the one to use his power to oppress others, and this was probably the first time he had ever experienced being oppressed in return.

Yes, who in the entire city of Yan dares to take on this case?

It was Song Han and Song Lin who first plotted against them. Once the case is investigated, the Song family will suffer a great loss.

When Song Lin was released on bail, he staggered, clearly on the verge of a breakdown. Before he could seek comfort like a fledgling bird, Song Chu slapped him across the face: "Useless thing! You've dragged your brother into this. When you get back, pack your things and leave Yandu for good."

Meng Jing ignored Song Lin's wails and walked toward the rest building with a deep look in his eyes.