The human traffickers who kidnapped Qiao Yi soon entered the criminal trial phase.
This case was open to the public, and many people in the city spontaneously organized themselves to attend as observers.
Seeing the three human traffickers in the defendant's seat, if it weren't for the strict control of the court, the people in the public gallery would have hated to smash them to death with rotten eggs.
Ms. Qin sat in the defendant's seat with a deathly pale face, listening to the cursing from the public gallery, and her face grew paler and paler.
"Don't sentence them to death, let them be imprisoned for life, and let them taste the taste of being worse than dead in prison."
"Yes, after death, they should go to the eighteen layers of hell and never reincarnate."
"Beast!"
"Scum!"
"Cheap woman!"
"Go to hell!"
"I really wish we could parade them through the streets, with a thousand cuts and ten thousand slashes, lingering death!"
"..."
