Everyone in the conference room watched the video footage flash by without them having time to see anything clearly. In an instant, only the voice was left, and they were inevitably confused.
What is this, Presiding Judge?
Is anyone busy?
Normally, when encountering such a situation in the past, we would connect via video to confirm and then wait for him to send the signature.
Some things even required his personal facial and fingerprint verification before they could be approved, especially now that they would soon be connecting with senior officials of Franlon and the senior management at the headquarters.
This is the first time that the presiding judge does not show his face.
However, the two Farahlon members who had argued most passionately just now breathed a sigh of relief.
Normally, I only heard that the presiding judge was at the headquarters. Although the two of them held high positions at the headquarters and were later assigned to the third base, they had made considerable achievements in handling some cases during this period, but it had been more than a month since I last saw the presiding judge.
I just heard that the presiding judge was coming suddenly, and I felt a little scared.
The people of Franlon are all very smart. They think they can see through everything and perfectly control the operation of the Third Base, but when they see the Chief Judge above them, they still feel a huge pressure.
Now that the presiding judge is not showing up, they feel relieved.
Long Yan was also a little surprised, but he quickly adjusted himself. "Um... Brother Duan, two members of the Franlun Group are here, and the head of the base said they'll bring over a document later that needs the presiding judge's signature... Are you busy now?"
The man seemed silent for two seconds before he replied, "Are you anxious?"
"Yes, there are still two minutes until we can communicate with the headquarters commander and Franlun. This time was set by you. If we need to cancel it at the last minute, the Marshal and Qiu Chao..."
"knew."
Long Yan asked: "Brother Duan, when can you come over? Or is it just like this?"
The man over there paused for half a second, which was rare. He vaguely heard some sounds. Just as Long Yan was about to ask him if there was anything else he hadn't dealt with, he saw the man's figure slowly appear on the blue screen in the air.
Duan Xiaolin was still wearing a neat suit. He tugged at his tie calmly, his expression indifferent and his eyes cold. His slightly drawn jawline was as cold and serious as ever.
Long Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "Brother Duan, I've gathered some more information on the matter and will be sending it to you right now. They'll be talking in an hour. There's a follow-up task for Franlun and a few major cases at headquarters. The Marshal wanted to get your opinion on how to handle them."
"Send it to me."
The man leaned back on the sofa, his long legs slightly open, and glanced down, only to meet the gaze of the woman who was lying on the ground like a boneless person, lying beside his knees.
His deep eyes restrained his lust, and his face showed no trace of it. Only Pei Xiqing, who was very close to him, could sense the slightest change in his breath.
She looked up at the perfect and smooth lines of his chin, then secretly glanced at the holographic projection above her head. In a place that was not visible in the projection, she secretly hooked the man's little finger.
Duan Xiaolin lowered his eyes, as if asking a question.
Pei Xiqing smiled slyly and mouthed, "Come down a little further."
The man did as he was told.
Pei Xiqing tilted her head back and kissed his sexy, protruding Adam's apple.
Duan Xiaolin paused slightly, then took control of the back of her head with his big palm and deepened the kiss fiercely. She lost control and dodged in pain.
There was a faint trace of blood on the corner of her delicate lips.
Pei Xiqing's heart was pounding. The man's fingertips kept stroking the wound at the corner of her tender lips. He narrowed his eyes condescendingly, and a dangerous dark color flashed in his eyes.
Pei Xiqing felt a tightness on her wrist, and before she could react, she felt a slight pain and an unignorable pressure.
Seeing the black ties that had appeared on her wrists at some point, she widened her eyes slightly.
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