"Is there a provision in our country’s criminal law that wealthy people cannot be lawyers? Or are you, Qian Hao, representing the country, representing the law? And as for the questions you just asked, I have absolutely no obligation to answer you, nor will I." Shi Keke calmly and confidently retorted.
"Ha. Lawyers always have a set speech. Since that’s the case, I won’t waste words with you. Since you’re so wealthy, why not hire a better lawyer for yourself? I’ll be suing you for intentional injury and defamation." Qian Hao, feeling smug, thought for a mont and added, "However, if you soften up and say sothing nice, I can settle privately with you. After all, you’re a lawyer, being sued and taken to court wouldn’t look good."
"A private settlent would be best." Shi Keke curved her lips lightly and chuckled, "But what kind of nice words would Mr. Qian like to hear from ?"
Qian Hao: "What else could it be? An apology, of course, and a public one at that, only then could I reluctantly not pursue you."
"Mr. Qian, quickly feel your forehead and see if you have a fever. If your brain gets fried from a fever, it wouldn’t be good. You’re so rich, if you get sent to a ntal hospital, all your money would go to your ex-wife. Oh dear, the more I think about it, the less worthwhile it seems."
"You!" Qian Hao’s face changed, and he said angrily, "Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
"Usually, when I drink with others, I’m always the one drinking the forfeit. No choice, I naturally enjoy drinking forfeit, can’t change even if I wanted to." Shi Keke said.
"Fine, since you don’t know what’s good for you, I have no need to show rcy anymore," Qian Hao snorted coldly, "Don’t think that just because you know a bit of law, you can threaten . Let tell you, I, Qian Hao, have plenty of money, not afraid to pay so dical expenses for others."
The aning in his words was clear; he intended to take action against Shi Keke and then use money to settle it.
He took out his phone, lowered his voice, said a few words to the other party, and then hung up.
At this mont, a black sports car was parked on the other side of the street, the window half-open. The man in the driver’s seat lounged lazily against the seat, his deep-set eyes half-closed, watching the two arguing outside the court.
His gaze was profound, like being coated with frost, cold enough to suffocate, yet his lips curled upwards in a slightly mocking arc.
Like a descended demon lord, noble, elegant, indifferent, aloof, every part of him exuded a dazzling aura, as if a single glance would make one completely captivated, seduced by him.
He suddenly took out his phone, his well-defined fingers lightly sliding across the screen, browsed the contact list, and dialed a number.
When the call connected, he spoke coldly, "Within three minutes, send fifty assassins to the outside of the court."
The other party responded respectfully with a "yes", and Shi i directly hung up the call.
Qian Hao glanced at his watch, seeing that the ti was almost up, he said to Chen Shijin beside him, "Lawyer Chen, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to discuss sothing with ? Let’s go, back to your office."
Although Chen Shijin didn’t know who Qian Hao had just called, he clearly understood his intent, so to avoid trouble, he found an excuse: "I just rembered I left so important docunts in the courtroom, I need to go back and get them. Mr. Qian, you go ahead, we’ll get in touch by phone later."
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