Seoul High Court.
Jiang Chen sat in the audience, witnessing Zou Kezhao, in handcuffs and shackles, being escorted into the court by the judicial police.
Then.
It was An Zairong, also in chains.
Jiang Chen's expression was calm.
Zou Kezhao, with his eyes straight ahead and as composed as during the first trial, indifferently took his seat in the defendant's dock.
Only this time, he was not the sole main character.
An Zairong, also a defendant, sat beside him - the two partners with an indescribable relationship were separated by less than two steps.
To some extent, it was like the fulfillment of an old saying from the underworld.
We may not have been born on the same day, month, and year, but we seek to die on the same day, month, and year.
There was no media allowed in the courtroom, so the audience was sparse and it seemed somewhat desolate.
While waiting for the presiding judge to enter, the door of the courtroom was suddenly pushed open.
Jiang Chen glanced sideways.
