Han ng pondered deeply on the court for a long ti. Finally he turned around and walked towards the outside of the court. Just as he exited the main doors, the warm and intense sunlight made him sowhat unable to open his eyes.
Having stayed in the sunless Black Prison for so long, Han ng's eyes were montarily unable to adapt to the sunlight. With one hand blocking the light, he narrowed his eyes and looked around...
At this mont outside the court, a crowd of people had already gathered. Seeing Han ng coming out wearing a prison uniform, they simultaneously erupted with warm applause, seemingly cheering for the victory of justice and truth.
Han ng's gaze landed on the newspapers in their hands. After hesitating for a mont, he still spoke:
"Hello, could you lend it to to take a look?"
"Of course no problem! Chief Han ng!"
The passerby handed the newspaper to Han ng. After Han ng flipped open the first page, his gaze was locked onto a line of massive headlines——
"The Black-Clothed Enforcer of a Chaotic Era —— 'Criminal' Han ng"
Han ng was slightly startled. His gaze swiftly swept over the text below once. This article detailedly described the matters when he was serving in District Three, including but not limited to eradicating underground trades, purging internal Law Enforcers of District Three, fighting against a Fifth-Tier Calamity alone across tiers, challenging Aurora City to protect the District Three Survivors, and even dug out the deed of him executing the nephew of the Stars Chamber of Comrce's president in his early years, so much so that he was not tolerated by Aurora City and exiled himself to District Three...
In this article, it also stated Fang Lichang's framing against him a few days ago, using an extrely sarcastic thod to hint at the absurdity and unfairness of the court verdict... Between the lines, not a single sentence was defending him against injustice. The writing style was objective and fair, but with every sentence combined together, it seed to be washing away his cris for him.
It was also precisely such an article filled with a sense of sarcasm, that mobilized the emotions of a large batch of citizens, making them spontaneously co to pay attention to this verdict, invisibly bringing the pressure of public opinion to the Court of Judgnt.
Han ng's brows unconsciously furrowed. The article itself actually didn't have any problems, all the contents were true,
But the crucial point lied in that the content it covered was too detailed and comprehensive... It was simply as if the person had personally experienced everything.
The doubt in his heart beca increasingly dense. His gaze landed on the not-so-conspicuous author's na before the article.
"Lin Yan..." Han ng murmured this na,
"Lin... Yan?"
...
The cold wind was like a knife, coldly sliding past Zhao Yi's face.
He lowered his head, his figure swiftly passing through the Alleyway. Inside the pocket of his gray cotton coat, his hand tightly gripped a Short Blade stained with mud, his palm already full of sweat.
Although Han ng was ultimately released without guilt, that traitor Old Man Ding was not caught, but instead directly fled out of the court in terror... Zhao Yi naturally wouldn't let him off so easily, he must give the other party so lessons.
"Damn it... Where did he go?"
Zhao Yi walked to a fork in the road. There were no traces of pedestrians in any direction. He frowned and cursed inwardly.
Just as Zhao Yi was conflicted, deep in the Alleyway far away, Old Man Ding's terrified voice suddenly rang out:
"[Six of Spades]... he is [Six of Spades]!! Don't kill ... don't kill !!"
Zhao Yi's eyes lit up, imdiately chasing over following the voice.
At this mont, two Alleyways away, Old Man Ding staggered in the cold wind. His two hands constantly grabbed his dirty and ssy hair, looking at the empty air before his eyes, his eyes filled with endless terror.
"You are [Six of Spades]... no... he is [Six of Spades]!"
"I don't eat Playing Cards... I really don't eat Playing Cards!"
"You are [Six of Spades]! You still want to deceive !! Fang Lichang! I... I... please let go... I don't want to die ah!!"
"Ghost! You are a ghost!! All are ghosts!!"
"..."
A high degree of nervous tension for two consecutive days, coupled with continuous fear stimulation, after a long period of numbness and sluggishness, a massive amount of fear was stuffed into his brain all at once, thoroughly breaking through his thinking... Under this silent, inhuman torture, Old Man Ding had gone completely mad.
He scread having lost his voice, running wildly without purpose between Alleyways one after another, as if sothing was chasing him, scarlet blood streaks covering his eyes.
Just as he was about to turn into yet another Alleyway, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
That was a young man draped in a brown overcoat, silver half-fra glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The slender glasses chain swayed slightly in the cold wind. His indifferent gaze looked down at the short and small figure staggering over...
Old Man Ding crashed headfirst into his chest. Like hitting steel, he fell on his buttocks onto the ground.
"[Six of Spades]... don't kill !! Don't kill !!!" Old Man Ding looked hollowly at Chen Ling, screaming loudly.
Chen Ling just quietly looked at him like this. After a mont, his palm slowly stretched out from his pocket... A pitch-black, ice-cold Handgun pressed against Old Man Ding's forehead.
The insane Old Man Ding no longer had the reaction a normal person should have. He only constantly repeated that sentence, begging [Six of Spades] not to kill him, like a squirming and ugly maggot.
"The effect of the Performance is quite good." Chen Ling's lips slowly parted,
"Congratulations On Wrapping Up."
Bang——!
The firelight burst forth from the muzzle in an instant. A bullet instantly pierced through Old Man Ding's skull, blood-colored bouquets splashing onto the surface of the brown overcoat. As Old Man Ding collapsed stiffly and numbly onto the ground, a pool of blood silently spread within the Alleyway.
At the sa ti, a figure wearing a gray cotton coat hurriedly turned the corner. After his gaze swept over here, his whole person stood blankly on the spot.
A wisp of green smoke floated up from the pitch-black muzzle. Before that blood-stained brown overcoat, Old Man Ding's corpse was already lying in the pool of blood, his facial features sinister like a terrifying demon...
"You..." Zhao Yi looked at the expressionless Chen Ling, his face full of horror.
He absolutely didn't expect that other than himself, there was actually soone else who wanted to kill Old Man Ding, and it was even under the broad daylight, shooting the other party dead?
That face Zhao Yi naturally rembered. Just a few minutes ago, they were still sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in the spectator seats. It was just that the reporter Lin Yan left earlier than himself... Could it be that he left early, just for the sake of coming to kill Old Man Ding??
But... but why did he want to do this?
A burst of cold wind brushed past the Alleyway. On both sides of the bloody corpse, two figures faced each other, dead silent without sound.
Chen Ling also didn't expect that Zhao Yi would appear here at this ti. However, looking at the other party's appearance, he could roughly guess Zhao Yi's purpose... This kid, after killing soone once, his courage had instead beco bigger and bigger.
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and swept a glance at the other party. Retracting the Handgun back into his pocket, he unhurriedly turned the fork in the road and left just like this.
"You wait!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yi imdiately stepped over Old Man Ding's corpse, hurriedly following up.
But when he turned the corner, within the scope his gaze could reach, there was no longer that reporter's figure...
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