Chapter 124: Heize Xin Steps Down, A Headache of a Case

As he stepped out of the local prosecution's main entrance, the morning breeze brushed across his face, and Heize Xin closed his eyes, intoxicated.

This was the scent of freedom, utterly intoxicating.

He stood there for a while before getting into the car.

The driver started the vehicle and slowly drove away.

"Is there any news about Harayama Heiji?" As soon as he got into the car, Heize Xin closed his eyes to feign sleep, asking indifferently.

The lawyer in the passenger seat looked back respectfully and replied, "Not yet. The prosecutors can't find him either."

Harayama Heiji, as Heize Xin's secretary, was being sought after by those wanting to help Heize Xin, as well as those eager to kick him while he was down, but he was nowhere to be found.

After all, they could never have dreamed that on the day Heize Xin's mishap occurred, Harayama Heiji had been buried in the ground by a person they deemed insignificant.

Not even watered or fertilized.