"Go on!"
"Speak plainly. As long as you hand over the Hidden Spirit Pearl or help find it, I, Xu, will shoulder all your guilt."
"..."
Every gaze in the hall converged on Feng Ting Shu.
Feng Ting Shu pointed at Xu Yi. "The Hidden Spirit Pearl is on him."
The moment those words left his mouth, the tense atmosphere in the hall vanished. Everyone looked at Feng Ting Shu as if he were a clown.
Feng Ting Shu really had no imagination. He just kept dragging Xu Yi into everything.
Xu Yi had even helped analyze the whole case from beginning to end. Feng Ting Shu himself had nothing to criticize and couldn't produce a shred of evidence. All he had was an old grudge, and he kept trying to pin the blame on Xu Yi. This wasn't a cornered dog leaping over a wall; it was a dying man's desperate struggle.
Even Deputy Director Zhao's expression changed. He felt the man surnamed Feng deserved his fate.
Xu Yi merely sneered, without the slightest unnecessary expression.
Director Qin couldn't bear it any longer. He slammed the courtroom block. "How dare you, Feng Ting Shu! You're on the brink of death, yet you still dare to make false accusations!"
Feng Ting Shu remained unruffled, raising his head and glaring angrily. "My death is a small matter. But if the Hidden Spirit Pearl's whereabouts become unknown from this day onward, wouldn't that be a grave regret?"
Everyone else thought Feng Ting Shu was making wild accusations in one last, desperate struggle. Only Feng Ting Shu, driven into a corner, had managed to summon one last spark of wisdom.
He had set his sights entirely on Xu Yi.
It was true that he still had no evidence to prove Xu Yi had