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Meanwhile, in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the city, Jang Yang sat on a battered park bench, intently watching the video of Huang Zhen Jun's arrest on his smartphone. It was evening, and a chilly wind swept through the area, causing him to shiver slightly. His once well-groomed appearance had transformed into a disheveled one, making him look much older than he did just a week ago.
The park's desolation seemed to mirror Jang Yang's emotional turmoil. The ground was scattered with fallen leaves and the few streetlights that were still operational cast long, eerie shadows.
As he rewatched the video, Jang Yang couldn't help but exhale loudly, his breath forming a mist in the cold air. He placed the smartphone on the bench beside him and reached for a folder that rested on his lap. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and he opened the folder to ensure that the documents inside remained intact, scrutinizing each page's contents with a sense of anxious anticipation.
