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Wei Dong and God Tone followed Swen through the bustling crowd toward the Court. Along the way, the faces of those around them were marked with surprise and curiosity; it seemed they had not anticipated Boyev would suddenly face trial. The atmosphere outside was nearly at a boiling point, with people in the crowd attempting to get closer to investigate this unexpected event.
Several reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, tried to break through the guards' barrier, crowding the passageway to question Swen. Their inquiries came rapid-fire, like a machine gun, as they sought insider information about the trial from this important figure of Noxus. However, Swen merely frowned tightly, offering no response.
The guards were busy maintaining order, constantly pushing forward to ensure there was enough space for Swen and his entourage to pass. One guard shouted loudly, forcefully pushing back a reporter who got too close, yelling, "Stay back!" The tension and seriousness in their voices and actions made the entire scene even more strained.
As the noise of the crowd grew louder, Wei Dong and God Tone could only closely follow Swen, trying to remain calm despite their own curiosity and unease about what was about to happen.
Wei Dong and God Tone were troubled by the sudden flash of cameras and the barrage of questions from reporters; they were not accustomed to such attention. Facing the reporters' lenses and bright lights, Wei Dong could only frown while God Tone instinctively closed his eyes to escape the blinding flashes. Questions rained down like a storm, echoing amidst the noisy crowd.
One reporter shouted, "Mr. Wei Dong! Did you cause this series of events?" Another reporter quickly followed up without giving Wei Dong a chance to breathe, asking, "Mr. Wei Dong, can you share your thoughts?" A third reporter raised a microphone and inquired, "Mr. God Tone, we know you are Wei Dong's brother; what is your opinion on his actions?"
The Two Brothers felt extremely uncomfortable under such intense scrutiny; they were not used to this kind of public exposure. Wei Dong tried to stay composed while God Tone appeared increasingly impatient. Surrounded by numerous reporters, they just wanted to escape this spotlight quickly.
Swen noticed their predicament and waved his hand to signal the guards to strengthen their escort, clearing a path for them. However, the reporters' frenzied questioning only intensified, their voices growing more agitated. Some reporters pushed forward eagerly, stretching their necks in an effort to make their questions heard; others attempted repeatedly to interrupt each other for a chance to ask. The scene became chaotic as tensions flared.
Wei Dong and God Tone struggled alongside their bodyguards through the crowd, but the reporters clung closely behind them, continuously firing questions. They were sweating profusely and showing signs of fatigue, longing to escape this madness and reach the Court. Amidst this chaos, they could only maintain their steady pace and silently move forward, hoping to soon leave behind the clamor and enter the relatively quiet Court.
Swen sensed Wei Dong and God Tone's discomfort and quickly grabbed The Two Brothers' shoulders, firmly guiding them through the tightly packed crowd. He suddenly turned around, his cloak sweeping gracefully in his motion as his soldiers quickly formed a barrier against further advances from the reporters.
Swen calmly addressed the group of journalists: "Dear reporters! I know you are all very concerned about everything regarding Noxus, and your interest stems from your love for our great nation. You are all honorable patriots! But right now, we need space to carry out justice. I ask for your understanding and support as we proceed."
His words lacked any threat but carried a solemnity and sincerity that momentarily silenced the crowd. The reporters exchanged glances in silence before gradually lowering their cameras one by one, clearing a path. Swen nodded slightly in gratitude before continuing onward with Wei Dong and God Tone toward the Court. The flashes from cameras gradually faded away as they moved further away into the entrance of the hall.
After the confrontation with the reporters, Wei Dong and God Tone both felt a sense of relief. They followed Swen as he moved forward, gradually distancing themselves from the clamor of the crowd and feeling a hint of tranquility. Swen walked ahead in silence, but his silhouette radiated an unassailable determination and authority, instilling confidence and a sense of safety in those around him.
Gratitude welled up in Wei Dong and God Tone's hearts for Swen. They understood that without his help and leadership, it would have been difficult for them to escape the chaos. Thus, they silently expressed their thanks to Swen; although words were unspoken, their appreciation was sincere and profound.
As they approached the Court, Wei Dong and God Tone's mood grew heavier. They knew they were about to face a serious trial, one that would put their brotherhood and trust to the ultimate test. However, they firmly believed that as long as they supported each other and faced the challenges together, they would surely overcome the difficulties ahead.
The guards solemnly pushed open the doors of the Court, and an intense atmosphere filled the room. The members of the Jury whispered among themselves, casting curious yet anxious glances at those who entered. On the defendant's stand, Boyev appeared particularly disheveled, his expression a complex mix of fear and anger. Across from him sat three judges on a high bench, each wearing a grave expression, their sharp gazes sweeping over everyone in the courtroom.
God Tone followed Wei Dong and Swen into the Court, stepping into this space filled with justice and seriousness. He couldn't help but shiver. Memories of being summoned to court due to some comments he made online flooded back to him; the feelings of helplessness from that time overlapped with the current scene, creating an indescribable sense of pressure.
As the door slowly closed, the sounds within the courtroom gradually fell silent, leaving only the sound of the judge's gavel echoing throughout the Court, marking the official start of the trial. God Tone took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions and focus on the impending proceedings.
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