The crowd was seething with fury; any attempt at defense by Duan Kui was drowned out by the thunderous roar of condemnation. Aside from a handful of loyalists who trusted him implicitly, almost no one believed he was innocent.
"You, you all..."
Ultimately, with no ground left to defend, Duan Kui could only point a trembling finger at the rampant mob, so choked with rage that he could not utter another word.
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