"What? Everyone is missing??"
Inside the private villa, Yan Shang widened his eyes in astonishnt.
Prosecutor Fang Lichang stood in front of him, slightly lowering his head, his face extrely gloomy...
"The ten reporters I hired with heavy gold, the defense lawyer we finally managed to instigate to defect, as well as the sole witness we found through a thousand sches and a hundred plans... You're telling , they went missing right under your eyelids??"
Yan Shang was so angry that his body was trembling. He forcefully threw the Tea Cup onto the table. "Fang Lichang! How did you handle matters?!"
Fang Lichang opened his mouth and spoke bitterly:
"It's that [Six of Spades]... I chased after him out at that ti, and circled the surroundings but didn't find his traces. By the ti I rushed back as fast as possible, the hall was already empty... All the news drafts were completely burned up, and the ground was full of blood and Playing Cards. It must be that [Six of Spades] who took them away!"
The Squinting Man at the side also had an extrely ugly expression, responding in a deep voice, "President, this ti we might have truly offended the Dusk Society... In a certain sense, this is even more serious than offending the Enforcers."
Yan Shang's fists gradually clenched tight, his knuckles starting to turn white. After a long ti, he slowly released them again...
"Dusk Society... how could it be such a coincidence?"
Yan Shang after all had been in business for many years, his temperant had long experienced tempering. He didn't hot-headedly go seek revenge against the Dusk Society. Because during these years he traveled across various Realms, his understanding of the Dusk Society was extrely profound. Even if Aurora City was his ho turf, going to provoke that group of madn was an absolute act of seeking death.
So, Yan Shang in the end could only shatter his teeth and swallow them down his stomach. He coldly looked at Fang Lichang:
"I don't want to care about other things. I only want to know, tomorrow's court verdict, how much certainty do you have?"
Fang Lichang pondered for a mont. "Those few reporters actually don't matter. If they're gone we can still find more. I also had the defense lawyer burn Tan Xin's letters in advance, so their crucial overturning evidence is also gone... The only trouble is that Old Man Ding.
Without Old Man Ding, wanting to convict Han ng of the cris of 'collecting protection fees' and 'underground trading' will be sowhat troubleso. However, relying purely on the single cri of being '[Six of Spades]', it's actually sufficient to have Han ng executed by the death penalty..."
"For the result of the verdict, I have eighty percent certainty!" Fang Lichang answered with conviction.
Hearing this, Yan Shang's complexion finally eased up a little. He gazed at Fang Lichang for a long ti, helplessly waving his hand:
"Go on... You had best be able to do what you say. Don't forget, you still have sothing here with ."
Fang Lichang's complexion slightly changed. After he bowed and saluted Yan Shang, he then turned around and left...
...
Old Man Ding was already thoroughly numb.
He slowly and arduously moved his body, walking on the Wilderness. His eyes were hollow as if his soul had already left his body; his entire person had beco a walking corpse.
He didn't dare to recall what he had experienced this whole night. He consecutively encountered "Fang Lichang" three tis. Every ti the situation, tone, and even the attire were all different. But the other party always, at the ti when he finally managed to let down his guard, shattered his fantasy of salvation through various bizarre thods.
Towards the end, Old Man Ding couldn't even feel terror anymore. That face was already deeply carved into his soul. He was like a puppet being wantonly toyed with and manipulated by people, his rationality and logic tortured until completely lost.
If he could see through the nothingness, he would discover that above the top of his head, a thick and massive [Spirit Serpent] was already pressing on his shoulders like a small mountain.
Overnight, the [Spirit Serpent] swallowed a massive amount of terror, causing its body shape to beco a whole circle thicker. Right now it also lazily let out a yawn, seeming like it couldn't eat anymore entirely...
At the sa ti, Old Man Ding who was walking numbly, saw that at the end of the road, a familiar figure gradually manifested again.
Seeing that face, Old Man Ding's hollow eyes finally had a reaction. Struggle and pain erged on his face. His legs went soft and he knelt down directly in front of that person.
"I can't take it anymore... I truly can't take it anymore..."
"Just kill , I beg you to kill ... I truly can't run anymore..."
Before that person could even speak, Old Man Ding had already rolled his eyes back, his whole person fainting to the ground.
Regardless if it was body or spirit, Old Man Ding had already been tortured to the limit. Fainting at this mont was his brain protecting its own safety, and also beca his only release at present.
Chen Ling's brows raised slightly. "Is this already the limit..."
He shook his head. Casually lifting up the corpse-like Old Man Ding, he tossed him back into the abandoned Warehouse, and locked the main door dead from the outside.
After dealing with him, Chen Ling checked the ti, and walked straight towards the direction of the Aurora Newspaper Office...
Yes, he was on ti to go to work.
When Chen Ling pushed open the main doors of the newspaper office, Wen Shilin who was sitting at his workstation noticed him, walking straight up:
"Lin Yan, where did you go after listening to the court session yesterday?"
"Oh, I went to do so investigation."
"Regarding Han ng?"
"Right."
Wen Shilin's face revealed an 'as expected' expression. He forcefully patted his shoulder. "Although I don't know why the Stars Chamber of Comrce wants to target Han ng, this kind of framing and planting evidence matter is indeed nauseating... Lin Yan, you uphold a heart of justice. I sure didn't misjudge you..."
"...?" From Wen Shilin's eyes, Chen Ling saw appreciation and praise. He even suspected that Wen Shilin's next sentence would be: 'I see the shadow of my youth upon your body.'
"Mr. Wen, there is indeed a matter I must request of you." Chen Ling seed to recall sothing. "Regarding the report on the Stars Chamber of Comrce's organ trading..."
"Rest assured, I understand your aning."
Wen Shilin, bearing a pair of massive dark circles under his eyes, pointed at the thick stack of drafts beside his desk. "I've already prepared it."
Chen Ling spoke from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."
At this point, all the preparations before Chen Ling's Performance had already been completed. Only the final crucial step remained...
Chen Ling walked to his own workstation, picked up his cara and Notebook, and was about to walk out.
Seeing this, a flash of surprise passed across Wen Shilin's face. "Where are you going?"
Chen Ling turned his head back and pushed the half-fra glasses on the bridge of his nose,
"...to interview soone."
...
Aurora City, Black Prison.
Inside the dim and narrow prison cell, Han ng wore a black prison uniform, sitting cross-legged on the bed resting with his eyes closed.
Purple Torches danced silently outside the corridor. Within the unchanging dead silence since ancient tis, a sudden sound of commotion transmitted from a faraway place... Han ng's brows frowned slightly, opening his eyes in confusion.
He heard a continuous string of footsteps approaching this place.
"You only have five minutes of ti..."
"We are watching you at all tis. Do not attempt to make superfluous actions."
"Once we feel that the midway process might cause risks, we will call a stop at any ti... Go in."
Creak——
The main door of the prison cell was slowly opened. Under the vigilant surrounding of a crowd of Enforcers, a figure draped in a brown overcoat and wearing half-fra glasses quietly stood in the silhouette of the purple torches, slowly stepping into the prison cell where Han ng was.
"Hello, nice to et you for the first ti."
Chen Ling closed the prison cell door backhand, and smiled faintly at Han ng,
"I am the Aurora Daily reporter Lin Yan... Is it convenient to borrow a little of your ti?"
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