"Go ahead, what do you want to consult about? Is it a divorce or drawing up a will?"
ng Lang: "..."
Can't I consult about sothing normal like tax evasion?
"Miss Lin, there might have been so misunderstanding this morning, I didn't realize you were Xiao Yu's sister..."
"So, you an it would have been okay if I weren't?"
"That's not what I ant, I was saying..."
"Enough! My ti is precious, and were it not for Xiao Yu asking , client character is also a standard I consider for taking cases!
What do you want to consult about?"
After Haitang said this, she slamd a button on the table, and a tir in front of ng Lang began flashing to start the count.
Am I actually being charged for this?
Alright! For Xiao Yu's sake, I'll bear it!
Glancing at the sign that stated the consultation fee was 500 per hour, ng Lang's corner of his eye twitched, he thought to himself that it really was absurd, and decided to save ti and get straight to the point.
"Here's the thing, after eting Xiao Yu yesterday, I noticed soone was following ."
"What did you say?" Haitang was taken aback.
"Soone was following us, all the way to the rental apartnt building. I noticed the follower after eting Xiao Yu, so I suspect, the target might be Xiao Yu." ng Lang said seriously.
Haitang stared at ng Lang intently, as if trying to discern if he was lying.
"There are so many people on the street, how could you notice you were being followed?"
"Well... My dad was a retired scout, and because of that, I also have so sense of counter-surveillance." ng Lang said half-truthfully.
His father was a retired soldier, but the rest was completely fabricated.
As expected, Haitang looked at ng Lang with a face that said you must be joking.
Counter-surveillance awareness? You're an insurance salesman, how could you have that kind of stuff? You think this is so urban soldier king drama?
But seeing how earnestly he spoke, Haitang was montarily unsure whether he was just being alarmist.
"It was just the two of you, how can you be sure the follower was after Xiao Yu and not yourself?" she asked.
"I've been in Su City for less than half a year, my social circle is basically just my company and a few college friends, recently I haven't had any conflicts or provoked anyone. The possibility that I've angered soone is very low.
Last night when I heard Xiao Yu say that you are the Golden Lawyer, I thought..."
ng Lang didn't finish his sentence, but Haitang already understood his implication.
She frowned, "Are you suggesting that the target isn't Xiao Yu, but maybe ?"
"I'm not ruling out the possibility that it's soone else from your family who has offended soone." ng Lang spread his hands out.
Haitang frowned and pondered for a mont.
"How can you prove what you're saying is true?"
"I can't prove it; I ca here just to give you a heads up, and also to see if you had any suspicions about anyone.
Moreover, the person following us seed very professional, likely trained in criminal investigation or surveillance."
Haitang scrutinized ng Lang with a discerning look in her eyes.
For a strange man, especially one carrying a bad impression, to suddenly say that soone is following his sister and being so eager to help analyze suspects,
Natural response isn't gratitude, but caution.
"You said you not only noticed a follower on the street, but rely based on their skills, you've deduced that the follower is a professional?
Are you sure your dad was just a forr scout, not a retired special forces mber, or a well-trained King of Soldiers?"
"Err..." ng Lang let out an awkward chuckle.
Even he was nearly unable to convince himself of his explanation.
But what else could he say? Say that he actually knew the future in advance, so he analyzed everything afterwards?
"Okay, I'll remind you, purely out of concern for Xiao Yu. If you don't believe , there's nothing I can do."
ng Lang sighed, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Because of the misunderstanding that morning, Haitang obviously suspected his character; in such a situation, being too enthusiastic might only backfire.
So it's said, first impressions can kill...
Also, that ticking tir was truly heartbreaking to hear.
So dark! Even the advanced technicians in the shop wouldn't dare charge at this rate.
ng Lang just wanted to quickly leave this gold-digging pit.
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
Just as ng Lang reached the door, he was suddenly stopped by Lin Haitang.
Then ca the sound of a chair being pulled back and high heels clacking.
Could it be that she finally believed ?
He turned around and saw Lin Haitang bending over to pick up a shopping bag.
ng Lang's expression stiffened, and he felt a sense of foreboding. He was just about to reach out to stop her.
"You've left sothing behind... Huh?"
Just as Lin Haitang was about to hand over the bag ng Lang had left behind, she suddenly paused, scanning sothing...
...
"Ah~ why did this happen!" ng Lang slumped on a park bench, holding his head and letting out a wail, startling a flock of birds.
"Inertia! This must be history's inertia!"
ng Lang felt a deep malice from the world.
He didn't even know how he had managed to flee from the law firm covering his face.
But seeing Lin Haitang's disdainful gaze, he feared that if he had stayed a mont longer, she might have called the police...
ng Lang felt that he would definitely be nailed to the "gentleman" pillar of sha...
He could almost imagine, if the future hadn't changed and he was still falsely accused as a murderer, the first one to testify against him... would undoubtedly be Lin Haitang!
[Congratulations, your relationship with the target NPC has decreased to hostile, and you have successfully beco the top suspect!]
ng Lang felt as though he heard such a notification, which made him go crazy again.
"Sothing's wrong! This world isn't right!" ng Lang fell into deep self-doubt.
If it were a coincidence, but there were too many coincidences...
Could it be that whenever I try to change my fate, I would be targeted by the world's malice?
Heaving a deep sigh, it looked like the path with Lin Haitang was thoroughly blocked by himself and now he only had himself to rely on.
He looked around, making sure no one was around, and then carefully took out "My Struggle" from his chest.
The next mont, ng Lang's eyes brightened.
The handwriting... was fading!
He looked at the ti, 11:58!
Indeed... this was a daily updated book!
Just past twelve, this book had completely changed.
"'Late Justice'?" ng Lang curiously looked at the few words on the book cover.
"Late"? So has justice arrived or not?
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