Lille shrugged—hackers loved to dig up secrets and thus believed secrets must hold great value.
That’s why nobody liked hackers, especially politicians.
"Politicians hide secrets as weapons but are also constrained by them. The system is a secret killer—or perhaps a guardian of secrets."
"I don’t care about that; right now, I just want to help Aiden take down this gang leader..."
"Then you keep on doing that."
...
All in all, life was very comfortable and uneventful until the next afternoon.
Lille took so ti to visit Empire State University, bringing Matt along to sign an official contract with Professor Conner, while Matt also brought the contract he had signed with XMSC.
After finishing their work, Matt rarely showed a relaxed expression.
The two sat by the window in Professor Conner’s office, enjoying a mont of ease.
Lille asked, "Been busy lately?"
"Quite busy," Matt acknowledged. "People have not only learned to take action but also feel more confident in suing.
Recently, there was an incident where a lawyer defending United Construction Company as the defendant was killed by the plaintiff with a hamr.
Many law firms have started refusing to defend people from Hell’s Kitchen—only a greenhorn like , who charges very little, ends up working for them for free."
"Well—as for that, the hoowners’ association has raised plenty of dues for , and I believe they won’t mind if I designate you as our exclusive lawyer, and you’re already my appointed lawyer as it is.
There’s a sum of money that’s about to co in soon, so you better get ready to get paid."
"Thanks—but I’m not in it for the money as a lawyer."
Lille chuckled, "That’s why I say, outside of fighting, you’re more like a superhero than you think—
A lawyer who specifically defends the poor, it sounds dreamy to ."
"Defending them isn’t about making them innocent—besides, the situation isn’t good; it makes it harder for those in need to get legal assistance.
And the guy who used the hamr didn’t do it because of a botched project but because the United Construction Company paid less than initially promised."
"I never said using a hamr to hit soone wasn’t illegal." Lille sighed, "I’ll find a ti to clarify the truth of the matter, but how does that saying go?
Procedural justice—you’ve set a sowhat naive example for your colleagues and given others who truly need help confidence."
The guy with the hamr certainly didn’t represent justice; it was clear he didn’t care about the law anymore.
Matt didn’t want others to end up on such a hopeless path, so he stood up to defend them, not so much for the assailant but for everyone else.
Matt didn’t speak again, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t stop turning up—he felt that Lille genuinely understood him.
If one had to say, he didn’t think the choice those lawyers made was a particularly grave issue.
After all, most people choose the legal profession because it’s lucrative and respectable, not because they truly want to help others or uphold justice or anything like that.
Working for money and banding together out of fear of getting hurt—this isn’t about justice or lofty ideals; it’s about survival—
What kind of fool would pick a fight with survival?
But he was that kind of fool.
While others recited the oath "to uphold the fairness and justice of legal procedures," deep down in their work, they comforted themselves by saying it was just for survival;
While others comforted themselves by saying that murderers also need defense lawyers, yet claid that rich murderers are not the sa species as poor ones;
Matt Murdock, on the other hand, still rembered his original intention.
By comparison, he did feel that what Lille said was right—
He really was an anomaly.
Suddenly, Matt said, "You really have a sweet tongue, how did you train it?"
"Talent, I guess."
"But sweet talk won’t solve the problems of your company; considering you’re about to make a fortune, you should find a professional financial planner."
"Yeah, I need a professional financial planner."
Lille sighed as well.
That thing was not easy to find—look for it in prison?
"Let’s post a job listing first—oh right, the company is about to launch a website to publish and broadcast life information, and I need you to help keep an eye on it."
"Alright, alright, I’m stuck with you."
[Unstable Energy is about to erupt; please prepare accordingly.]
It seed his leisurely Marvel life was about to end again—but what right did soone close to death have to ask for rest?
...
"Sigh..."
As soon as Lille opened his eyes, he sighed.
The skyscrapers of Night City looked pretty impressive at first glance, but within seconds, the ear-shattering siren of the trauma team whooshed past the window—
Lille cursed, "Isn’t this damn glass supposed to be soundproof? Shit."
Jack was lying on the floor; he had co over to the apartnt the day before to lay out a sleeping mat for himself.
Mrs. Wales had always been unhappy about Jack’s involvent with the Valentino Gang.
Even though Lille had concealed their video records and the NCPD had not released the shooting footage, Mrs. Wales had still figured it out imdiately—
Rumors said, "The guy leading the Valentinos was built like an ox, with a shotgun in one hand and a machine gun in the other, he practically broke the highway in half!"
Seeing Jack co ho with a highly cybernetically enhanced body and in high spirits, how could she not guess?
But Jack was born for this line of work.
Hopefully, after this, Mrs. Wales could co to terms with it.
"Jack—Jack?"
Lille called out twice, but the big guy kept sleeping soundly like a lead pig, not waking up no matter how much he was called, and he reeked of alcohol—
It looked like he went drinking after finishing delivering the cargo yesterday.
They would have to call another driver for today.
Lille: "Acido, are you busy today? If not, co over and drive for . Is that Mackinaw fixed yet?"
Acido: "What could I possibly have to do now? Didn’t you sort everything out?"
Acido: "The car’s fixed, I’ll be right over."
Lille got out of bed, took a shower, then popped his pills for the day, and by the ti he completed these tasks, Jack still hadn’t woken up.
Jack was sleeping so soundly—Lille was almost envious.
This big guy, having installed so many prosthetics in one go, seed to be fine as if nothing had happened, his physical talents appeared to be on the sa level as V’s.
"Jack—I’m heading to class, you’d better go ho and have a good chat with Mrs. Wales. You hear ?"
Lille said, nudging Jack with his foot.
"Hmm... got it... going ho..."
Not caring further about the guy, Lille got dressed and left the house—
Today he was wearing casual civilian clothes, but as usual, Lille preferred styles with many pockets, sporting a badge from the Arasaka Adult Education Institute on his chest to get past the gate.
In those worn-out pockets, apart from the immunosuppressive drugs he needed to take regularly, there was also an ergency supply of hemostatic agent and pain reliever.
In truth, the best dicines suited for rcenary use were ’Lean on ’ and ’Back on Your Feet’, but as a first aid dicine that integrated the effects of various pharmaceuticals, they were making money off the illiterate.
Sa quantities of hemostatics, pain relievers, and stimulants were much cheaper.
As for the gun...
Lille glanced at the Yinglong in the storage room.
There was only one magazine left for this thing, but he decided to take it anyway.
After all, once folded up, the Yinglong was just slightly bigger than a palm.
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