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... of the local prosecution’s main entrance, the morning breeze brushed across his face, and Heize Xin closed his eyes, intoxicated.
This was the scent of freedom, utterly intoxicating.
He stood there for a while before getting into the car.
The driver started the vehicle and slowly drove away.
"Is there any news about Harayama Heiji?" As soon as he got into the car, Heize Xin closed his eyes to feign sleep, asking indifferently.
The lawyer in the passenger ...
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