A sudden commotion erupted outside the Memorandum Court, disrupting the quietude of the room. People rose from their seats, drawn to the windows to witness the unfolding drama.
Alex, intrigued by the disturbance, joined the others at the window. Below, a crowd had gathered, their faces a mixture of curiosity and alarm. A group of men, dressed in black, were surrounding a lone figure, their demeanor menacing.
The figure was tall and imposing, their movements fluid and graceful. It was Wu Xiufan, his face etched with a cold fury. The men surrounding him were clearly bodyguards, their hands resting casually on the holsters at their waists.
A sense of dread washed over Alex. Something was wrong, something big. He turned to the others in the room, their faces mirroring his own concern.
