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    "text": "In Heavenly Tyrant Zetian's administration lets poor people beat up rich CEOs who've caused their family immense suffering",
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          "alt": "Now Yizhi calls on one of the witnesses. “Miss Qiu. Your husband worked on a project of Cai Jing’s, where he and many other workers developed a debilitating lung condition from inhaling toxic dust. Is this true?” T he woman scuttles over to Yizhi on natural-sized feet, evidently from a family that never considered the possibility of her marrying rich. After giving a hesitant raised-fist salute, she takes out a folded piece of paper, wrinkled and yellowed with age. “I—I have the doctor’s report . . .” “But Cai Jing’s company refused responsibility, didn’t they?” Yizhi asks. “And the courts sided with him?” Miss Qiu nods, eyes squeezing shut. Yizhi takes a baton from a soldier’s hip holster and offers it to Miss Qiu. “Citizen, I’m deeply sorry the old order failed you. But in the new Huaxia, you don’t have to swallow this injustice any longer. Now, you can be the first to finally punish Cai Jing for his crimes.” T he stadium goes so silent I can hear wind whistling through the seats. I d",
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          "alt": "up high. It’s understandable. I’d suspect this is some sort of trap, too. Cai Jing’s face reddens with strain, then he bursts out shouting, “Gao Yizhi, release me! You have no proof of what—” Miss Qiu grabs the baton and swings it into Cai Jing’s jaw. Shock explodes through the audience, many hands flying to mouths. The wrath on Miss Qiu’s face vanishes by the next second. She staggers backward, dropping the baton on the dusty ground. Some part of me expects the soldiers to lunge for her, because that’s what happens when the powerless strike against the powerful. Yet they don’t move. Not even as Cai Jing shrieks and curses, clutching his jaw. Blood dribbles from his mouth, staining his pristine robes. Gulping down air, Miss Qiu double-checks everything around her, confirming the lack of consequence to her act of vengeance. T hen fury crawls back onto her face like a twisted mask. She picks the baton up and swings it into Cai Jing’s face a second time, knocking him over. This time, the",
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