615: Chapter 615 The Court That Has Nothing to Do with the Law

In the white-gold hall, the dome was crafted from a combination of special stone and wood. There was no superfluous decoration, only a sense of towering vastness that felt oppressive.

The jury box was nearly full, and people were still trickling in to find their seats.

Someone leaned sideways, whispering to a companion wearing a form-fitting silver-gray suit.

Someone else rested their fingers on the armrest, absentmindedly rubbing the worn edge of the wooden trim.

In the front row, an elder of the Yao Race with brown feathered ears simply closed their eyes, breathing evenly, as if they were about to fall asleep.

On the edge of the back row, a humanoid robot was repeatedly extending and curling a metal index finger, causing a faint clicking sound at the joint. The clerk beside it glanced at the robot, eyes showing a hint of disdain, but said nothing.

The presiding bench was set at the highest point, and the three judges were already in place.

In the center sat a blond Middle-aged Man in a plain white uniform suit; various rules and regulations were scrolling across the flexible screen on his cuff.

To his left was a young Yao Race member; she resembled a snake in appearance, but she also had a mane.

She was currently sipping tea from a cup, her gaze sweeping over the rim toward the empty defendant's seat.

As for the judge on the far right, he was not present in person; a holographic screen stood in his place.

Everyone had arrived, and everyone was enveloped by the quiet solemnity of the hall, yet few were truly alert.

They were waiting for those two sinners to be brought in.

"The turnout today is much more complete than usual." In the front row of the jury box, Zhao Ji, wearing a deep purple coat, sighed sincerely.

"Isn't this Pavilion Master Zhao? I didn't expect you to be the one representing Lianxing Pavilion."

Hearing the commotion beside him, Zhao Ji stopped fiddling with his coin and looked to his side.

The middle-aged lady who had been sitting next to him had already stood up and given her seat to an elderly man with graying hair.

Assessing the old man, Zhao Ji put on a formulaic smile.

"So it's Old Li. It's been a while since we last met."

Li Feng sat down, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Indeed. The last time we met must have been a century ago. At that time, it was my son's promotion banquet, and Pavilion Master Zhao even came to bring a gift."

"Whenever I think of that, this old man still feels a bit apologetic."

"Pavilion Master Zhao is always so generous, and that kid Li Heng has received plenty of care from the Pavilion Master in his daily life."

"On the contrary, this old man has never had the chance to return the favor. Even meeting again is in a place like this; I am truly ashamed."

As Li Feng spoke, he pulled an envelope from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Ji, though his gaze remained fixed on the judge's bench.

Zhao Ji took the envelope and swept it with his Divine Sense. His pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly relaxed and pushed the envelope back.

"Crackle." Li Feng's hand pressed onto Zhao Ji's. As their hands touched, the friction against the envelope produced the sound of folding paper.

The two exchanged a glance, and it was Zhao Ji who first made his stance clear by releasing a Spell for isolation.

Inside the Spell, Zhao Ji felt a bit of a headache.

Because he discovered that after he did this, people in the jury box began to do the same one after another. He had undoubtedly become the first to stick his head out.

He hadn't intended to be this high-profile, but the weight of the envelope in his hand did not allow him to be careless.

"I merely sent some small items; they weren't worth much anyway. But for you, Old Li, to openly stuff a land deed into my hands in a place like this today—what is the meaning of this?"

Zhao Ji pushed the envelope toward Li Feng. His face still wore a formulaic fake smile, but there was a hint of chill in his tone.

Compared to Zhao Ji, Li Feng was more direct.

"This time, it concerns my son, and even my grandson."

"I don't want to say anything else. I don't care if that person is the true culprit or not; I only hope he ends up in my hands in the end, so I can find out exactly who is targeting my Li family."

After speaking, Li Feng pushed the envelope forward again.

"Lianxing Pavilion suffered the least damage this time; logically, it shouldn't have been Pavilion Master Zhao who came. I don't know what benefits they gave the Pavilion Master, but I believe what I am offering is enough to outweigh them."

Zhao Ji gave a forceful push, sending the envelope back, and simultaneously withdrew the Spell and rose to leave his seat.

"Old Li is still as vigorous as ever, but this time I am merely representing Lianxing Pavilion. Our Lianxing Pavilion did not suffer much damage, so naturally, our words carry little weight. You had best look for someone else, Old Li."

The others in the jury box saw this scene, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

"Gus, which of these two is our person?"

Ke Luo, with deep brown hair, asked Gus, who had a green buzz cut, with a look of disbelief.

"I don't know. Although the higher-ups said we must protect Isaac at all costs, they didn't give us much funding, so it's impossible to rope in someone like Zhao Ji."

"As for Li Feng, his son was almost killed by us, so how could he possibly help us?"

"Then what do we do? Those guys from the School of Life have already made their move; many who were supposed to attend couldn't make it this time."

"Not to mention so many new faces have arrived; we can't even contact several of the council members."

"And now this has happened; there won't be any unexpected trouble this time, will there?"

Ke Luo was a bit nervous, afraid of messing things up, but Gus was clearly much calmer.

"Why are you worrying so much? We have already fulfilled our duty; the rest is just the power struggle among the higher-ups."

"If the higher-ups mess up the power struggle, it's not our heads that will roll. At most, we'll face some reprimands, or in the worst case, we can just jump ship to Guixu. What else can they do?"

"Anyway, we are both at the Core Formation stage; who wouldn't want us wherever we go?"

Upon hearing this, Ke Luo agreed and relaxed his guard, looking toward the judge's bench as well.

Only Gus silently closed the communication channel, glanced at an email sent by an unknown church, and pursed his lips, not letting the corners of his mouth rise.

"I really didn't expect that a technological city like the Eastern Region would actually have buildings constructed primarily of stone and wood."

Using Lord Canglan's account, Zhou Yan walked on his way to the trial, still having the leisure to examine the architectural style.

Helplessly, after receiving the message from Qing Xuan, Zhou Yan didn't know how he could possibly lose, short of dancing on the presiding judge's head.

However, what he didn't expect most was that the guards responsible for escorting him were incredibly polite, even kindly explaining the reason for this architectural style to him.

"Noble Your Excellency Ming Wang, this courtroom was established in reliance upon the Council of Truth. The Council of Truth can be traced back over ten thousand years, so its style is naturally quite different from the present."

"Therefore, as a courtroom under the jurisdiction of the Council, it naturally aligns its architectural style with the Council."

Walking out of the passage, what came into view looked like a gigantic European courtroom, and also a bit like a Roman coliseum.

Looking at the massive jury and the three judges suspended high in mid-air, a sense of absurdity welled up.

In the territory of the Demon Sect, a place where taking human lives is a daily occurrence, there was actually a courtroom.

It would be one thing to have a courtroom, but in the face of the destruction of Dream City, was it actually going to be resolved through the law?

Although the fact that he could be brought here proved that it had nothing to do with law, and the reason he dared to come was clearly because he had already trampled the law underfoot.

Zhou Yan walked to his position. Just as he stood still, Secretary Wang appeared beside him.

"Your Excellency Ming Wang, I am your defense attorney for this occasion, fully responsible for your trial proceedings."

Seeing that Secretary Wang was also in place, Zhou Yan knew the good times were about to begin.

You ask why?

Look at the nearly seventy percent green dots and ten percent yellow dots on this mini-map.

With this kind of overwhelming advantage, how could I lose!

"Hum—" A low BGM resounded in Zhou Yan's mind, making him shiver.

Why did my BGM start playing?

Who would have thought that the next moment, as the judge's bench slowly descended, two long boss health bars unfolded.

One was above the presiding judge's head, and the other was on that semi-transparent screen.