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It was still in the banquet hall, where the dim lights had long been replaced with bright ones.
In the crowd, someone with sharp eyes saw Old Master Jiang being helped by Jiang Wei as he walked out of the resting room. In his eighties, he clearly appeared more out of breath than in breath, his shaky demeanor resembling someone who had just walked out of death's door.
How astute was the old gentleman?
Seeing that something was amiss before him, how could he not do something about it?
His gaze fell upon the group from the Capital's Prosecutor's Office, a spark of cunning flashed briefly in his eyes as the person supporting Jiang Wei slowly slid downwards.
Jiang Wei's body, thereby, was almost crushed down a notch as Xu Fang, quick-eyed and deft-handed, steadied the person next to him.
Seeing this, the person opposite tugged at the corner of his mouth, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand raised to stop the group of bailiffs from moving.
