"Lord Wang, you know very well that this is not what I meant. Why did you deliberately misinterpret my meaning?" Lord Fang was very angry.
"Sir Fang, I am the presiding judge of this case, and you are just a juror. Do you need me to teach you what to say and what not to say?"
Lord Fang had an unsightly expression on his face, and he looked at Mason, who was covered in scars, with guilt.
Mason was still conscious, but he was in a state of disarray after being beaten with dozens of boards, and could no longer maintain his elegant image.
He lay there, looking at Lord Wang coldly.
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