Zhao Yiming sat on the farthest bench at the back of the courtroom, slouched low with a baseball cap pulled down to his eyebrows and a black mask covering half his face.
He wasn't stupid. If Golden Earth spotted him here, they'd start poking around again—and this time, they might do more than stalk old people and destroy the stores in Lianwu Street.
But he wasn't going to miss this. Not when Madam He almost died.
Not when the bastard who caused it was seated stiffly beside his visibly agitated defense attorney. His head was bandaged slightly, still healing from a recent outburst with Boss Chi.
He looked smaller than Zhao remembered, no longer the smug enforcer who once terrorized tenants.
The judge, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and a perfectly stiff bob cut banged her gavel. "The court is now in session. Defendant Ma San is being charged for attempted assault resulting in grievous injury."
