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Sweat trickled from his forehead to his face, unceasingly, which he wiped off continuously with his handkerchief. There was no way around it, and he had no choice but to be frightened. The word "Judge", like a nightmare, had deeply penetrated into his marrow.
By reasoning, as the Ministry of Public Security had mobilized a secret elite group from the military to eliminate the Judge, Director Armstrong should be happy. Because in this way, it seemed he could break free from the control of the Judge and comfortably continue his role as Director.
But quite obviously, fatty Armstrong was considering much more comprehensive issues. Not to mention the Judge, who was the most formidable and most mysterious person he had ever encountered in his life - would such a man be easy to obliterate? And even if he were to be eliminated, what difference would it make? The Judge held damning evidence against him, evidence that couldn't stand the light of day.
