C39 No Matter How Despicable and Despicable I Am I Am Still Better than You a Thief

A few people wearing the robes of a judge slowly walked into the judge's bench. A forty year old, balding middle-aged man stood in the middle. He was the presiding judge of this court trial.

His expression was solemn, his face slightly fattened, without any expression. It was ice-cold and ruthless, just like how the law was imprinted in everyone's heart.

"The court is in session now