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

"They picked them up yesterday afternoon," the adjudicator added.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Xun asked, "Just let the Song family take them away for nothing?"

"No." The adjudicator's tone suddenly brightened. "Thank you, Adjudicator, for stepping in and negotiating with the Song family. We managed to get some bail."

"How much?"

"I heard it's five hundred million!"

Zhong Xun looked surprised. "Xie Wencheng is capable!"

Once Meng Jingting's accusations began, the sword of Damocles hanging over Song Chu's head fell with a thud. Having anticipated it and the fact that it actually happened are two completely different things. Wasn't Song Chu panicked? He valued the Alpha heir so much and gave most of his power to Song Han. At this moment, whether for the sake of the family's future or, as Zhong Xun said, to push everything onto Song Han, Song Chu could not allow him to stay in the Tribunal.

For Meng Jingting, however, there was no difference.

Even if Song Han takes the blame at the last minute, the Song family will lose all its rights in the alliance, including its position as the leader of the pro-peace faction. Once he steps down, Meng Jingting will have plenty of ways to settle scores with Song Chu.

Xie Wencheng was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by.

He made an outrageous demand, confident that Song Chu wouldn't dare disagree, and asked for 500 million.

The tribunal's budget is for at least the next three years!

When Song Chu's secretary signed his name, he felt like he was about to faint at any moment. Xie Wencheng quickly pulled him back to his senses and was satisfied to see the other party press Song Chu's seal on the last page.

Cool!

Unlike Zhong Xun, who experienced life and even had the luxury of having a roast chicken meal, Song Han spent half a month in the courtroom eating only cabbage and rice, chicken breast and rice, and bitter vegetable and millet porridge every day. The long-term hunger and bland food made his stomach and intestines almost twist into fists, and every day his internal organs and nerves were beaten until he was barely breathing.

As for anger, it cannot exist in the courtroom; otherwise, the room where water is sprayed to cool it down for hours on end will teach Song Han what it means to control his temper.

When Song Han was taken out of the cell, he was so thin that he was just skin and bones. His cheekbones were deeply sunken, his skin was withered, and his veins were weak and throbbing.

He thought it would be another round of interrogation, and his legs went weak, so he had to be carried by two judges.

But when he heard the word "bail," Song Han seemed to be injected with boundless vitality, like a dead dog coming back to life, his eyes shining brightly and his face radiant.

It turns out that people really do go crazy if they don't eat carbohydrates for a long time.

When Song Han was taken away by the Song family, he shouted, "I want to eat meat! I want to drink red wine! I want to eat foie gras!"

His face flushed red, and he looked exactly like a naive young man going to see his sweetheart. As he passed Xie Wencheng, he repeated it with great pride.

Xie Wencheng patted his head affectionately, no different from patting a stray dog ​​on the street: "Go on, kid."

The adjudicator gave a vivid description that made Zhong Xun laugh. "I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome, Dr. Chung."

The small door closed, and Zhong Xun leaned against the headboard in a good mood. No wonder Meng Jingting hadn't had time to come again.

The alliance issued layer upon layer of review procedures, and Meng Jing estimated that he would be in endless meetings and receiving countless phone calls.

Indeed, the head office had been brightly lit for several days in a row. Even though Meng Jingting was an S-level official, when the surroundings quieted down, a hint of fatigue showed in his eyes. However, before he could catch his breath, the phone rang.

Meng Jing glanced at the caller ID, then put his hand down and let the call hang up automatically.

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But the other party was clearly not easily fooled and persistently called again.

Shi Zhuangjiu, one of the eight supreme arbitrators of the alliance, like Meng Jingting, is responsible for protecting the safety of Yidu.

Meng Jingting replied, "You'd better have something to do."

"How can something this big not be considered a big deal?" Zhuang Jiu said with a smile, his voice low and gentle: "Although the Alliance is investigating it themselves, everyone knows that you, Meng Jing, never fight a battle you're not sure you can win. It looks like Song Chu is definitely going to fail this time."

Meng Jingting: "Is that all you have to say?"

"Of course not." Zhuang Jiu's tone turned serious. "Guess who my men arrested at Yundu Airport?"

"explain."

"You may not know Song Lianyi. She is Song Chu's illegitimate daughter and is planning to leave Asia."

Meng Jingting sat up slightly.

"She's currently being held in the courtroom, and it's uncertain how much she knows about Song Chu's dealings. I'll do my best to find out for you."

Meng Jing responded with a soft "Hmm," then said, "Thank you."

"Your 'thank you' isn't very sincere," Zhuang Jiu laughed. "The Supreme Conference is coming soon; treat me to dinner then."

"must."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Jingting glanced at the time; there were still seventeen hours until Zhong Xun was released from confinement.

He decided not to go. He suppressed the surging agitation in his heart. He would just pick up the person in the end. Otherwise, staying there all the time was not a good thing. There were thick files scattered on the table, all waiting for his review.

Xie Wencheng, who had received 500 million, walked with a swagger. As the second-in-command of the Yandu Tribunal, he waved his hand and first arranged a small celebration banquet in the canteen. After all the brothers who had gone on the mission returned, they would have a good meal in the highest restaurant!

Zhong Xun was just able to catch this wave of students going to the cafeteria.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the door to the solitary confinement cell opened.

"Dr. Chung, it's time."

Zhong Xun, unusually, felt a slight fondness for freedom and, without even turning his head, said, "Thank you."

At the end of the corridor, the sunlight gradually softened and fell on that tall figure.

Hearing the noise, Meng Jing turned around, a smile on her face: "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."

"Of course, just that one roast chicken will satisfy my craving." Zhong Xun stepped forward and naturally took Meng Jingting's hand.

The rifts caused by the concealment and the silence seemed to have completely melted away.

Before heading to the cafeteria, Zhong Xun pulled Meng Jing along a shortcut back to the office.

"What are you doing?" Meng Jing didn't understand.

The next second, the tentacles probed into his mental sea, and the fatigue and weariness of the past few days melted away like cream. Even the dull pain on both sides of his temples disappeared instantly. Meng Jingting suddenly fell silent, then sat down in the chair and closed his eyes.

He could sense that Zhong Xun's tentacles had indeed become stronger, and when they picked up those broken and knotted spiritual energies, the speed at which they mended and untied them was twice as fast.

After the tentacles finished combing through, they gently rolled around in Meng Jingting's mental sea.

Meng Jing heard a slight movement in the Adam's apple.

The valley air washed over the cliff cypress trees. Meng Jingting slowly opened his eyes. The pleasant mist had not yet dissipated when an indescribable darkness rose up. "Zhong Xun."

Meng Jingting said with a hint of warning, "Stop flirting."

Zhong Xun knew that going any further would definitely lead to trouble, so he quickly withdrew his spiritual tentacles.

Suddenly, Meng Jing felt a void in his heart as his mind went blank.

The Grand Judge gritted his teeth: "You did this on purpose."

Zhong Xun turned and left: "I'm hungry, I'm not going to waste my breath on you."

As soon as Zhong Xun entered the restaurant, Professor Lü pulled him away. However, after taking only a few steps, Xie Wencheng stopped him, saying, "Hey, hey, Zhong Xun is going to have a couple of drinks with us later."

Professor Lü: "Oh, you're from the infirmary too?"

Xie Wencheng started arguing with Professor Lü.

As Zhong Xun watched Xie Wencheng, who was in high spirits because of the 500 million, speaking with a strong voice but unable to hide the dark circles under his eyes and the tears in his smile, a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.