The hall was arranged like a three-court tribunal. The two vice deans and a director sat at three separate desks on the dais, each occupying one side.
Jiang Churan and Xi Yangchun stood to one side of the hall. The two still looked wretched: their faces were swollen and flattened, their bodies covered in wounds, and they had not even changed their bloodstained clothes. They were clearly trying to milk everyone's sympathy.
When Xu Yi walked in, both glared at him furiously. If looks could turn into arrows, Xu Yi would have been pierced through the heart by a thousand.
"Greetings, Vice Dean Yang, Vice Dean Zhang, Director Zhu."
Xu Yi bowed calmly. He did not even glance at Jiang Churan or Xi Yangchun, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
"You filthy scoundrel, you still dare show your face!"
Xi Yangchun was finally provoked by Xu Yi's bland expression. He cursed furiously, "I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
Director Zhu snorted. "Xi Yangchun, you're not a member of the Staff Department. This hearing concerns the Staff Department. If you weren't one of the parties involved and a witness, you wouldn't even be allowed to stand here. If you dare bellow in this courtroom again, I'll have you thrown out."
Vice Dean Yang waved a hand. "Old Zhu, Xi Yangchun has suffered such a vicious beating. It's understandable that he's still furious and lost his temper."
Then he slapped the desk and glared at Xu Yi, bellowing, "You insolent Xu Yi! You dared beat your colleagues, nearly killing them. Do you know the crime you've committed with such reckless violence?"
Xu Yi looked surprised. "Vice Dean Yang, are you saying I caused the injuries on these two?"
Jiang Churan gave a cold laugh. "Xu,