North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 591 3341

"The attorney's na was Barnaby. He was a talented graduate with a very promising future due to his excellent professional skills. However, he later beca industry scum, soone everyone despised, ultimately falling to the point of working for immigrants and interdiaries."

Carlo drove, taking Dean to the lawyer's house, and briefly shared the lawyer's situation on the way.

During the ti Dean had been away, Carlo and Harry had been forced to manage things by themselves. Carlo, especially, had beco much more articulate and showed significant improvent.

"What kind of integrity issues?"

Dean beca interested.

The reputation and professional spirit of an attorney are very important. Once tarnished, it's like a prostitute trying to marry after reforming her ways. No matter how good her skills, if there's a choice, clients wouldn't be willing to marry her. Ordinary integrity issues wouldn't lead an outstanding attorney to beco what everyone called trash. So, Barnaby must have made so fundantal mistakes.

Sure enough, hearing Dean's curiosity, Carlo, who was usually reserved, showed a sly smile. "This guy, while handling a divorce case for a young, wealthy man, hooked up with the man's wife. Then the two of them legally set a trap and turned the wealthy man into a pauper. As it turned out, the wealthy man's wife secretly had many other lovers. During a drug-fueled orgy, when she was high, she blurted out the whole affair."

WOW!

Dean's face showed sudden understanding.

Seducing his client's wife and then swallowing his client's wealth. This was much more serious than issues like being loose-lipped or incompetent. The legal circle isn't that large, and no one is foolish enough to hire such a person. No wonder this guy beca synonymous with industry trash.

"But this guy is indeed capable."

Admiration flashed across Carlo's face. "Harry previously got Barnaby's information from a friend.

"After his reputation plumted in the industry, Barnaby decisively abandoned his elite lawyer persona, lowered his status, and actively approached those black interdiaries in Los Angeles. He beca their legal consultant, helping them avoid legal issues.

"Barnaby was nearly shot in the process. The bankrupted wealthy man found the xican illegal workers Barnaby had cheated and told them Barnaby's advice was why they couldn't defend their rights. So, those xicans ca after Barnaby with guns. Barnaby was lucky; the bullet only cost him part of his liver, not his life.

"A normal person wouldn't dare continue such things after that. After all, in a country where handguns are easily accessible, no one dares to excessively exploit illegal workers who are already living very hard lives.

"But Barnaby was different. After getting out of the hospital, he learned his lesson. He no longer worked with interdiaries of other ethnicities but focused on handling business for Asian black interdiaries, particularly those from China. There are many Chinese black interdiaries and many undocunted immigrants from there. The key is that most of them are non-confrontational, have low education levels, and many can't even manage basic communication when they arrive. As long as there's a glimr of hope, they absolutely won't go to extres.

"Barnaby also noticed that the Federation uses many agents to stir up sentint in China each year, leading people there to view the United States as a paradise. As long as China doesn't rise, this endless stream of 'piglets' can always be exploited. He realized these Chinese-run black interdiaries were his hope for a coback, so he focused most of his energy on their circles.

"This ti, Barnaby was even more ruthless. He delved into the law, advising these black interdiaries on how to legally extort money from undocunted workers who had entered the United States illegally. After squeezing them dry, he would sell the 'piglets'—sending the n to remote, illegal cannabis farms, and the won... HEH.

"Gradually, this beca an industrial chain. Barnaby's inco beca much higher than before. He even opened a law firm specifically serving those Chinese black interdiaries, leeching off this community."

Listening to Carlo's narration, Dean fell silent. He couldn't help but think of the cargo ship he had encountered in the battle royale ga before. On that ship, too, was a group of stowaways.

Generally, those who co here through illegal channels are from the lower strata of society. They are either trying to turn their lives around or to provide a better life for their families back ho, filled with various dreams and facing all kinds of dangers to reach this country, a place of harsh realities. Unfortunately, the outside world is not as wonderful as they imagine. They're like the migrating herds on the African plains, not only preyed upon by jackals and plagued by insects sucking their blood and eating their flesh along the way, but also targeted by a large group of 'their own people'—those who couldn't make it in this country and now prey on them for sustenance. That's the reality.

Dean shook his head, dismissing the erging sympathy in his heart.

The path was their own choice. If, in the future, he truly rose to power and beca an influential figure, he might do sothing for these unfortunate compatriots. But until then, Dean chose to respect the destinies of others.

Barnaby's ho was in a wealthy district of Los Angeles. Of course, it was only relatively wealthy, probably belonging to the upper tier of Los Angeles's middle class. A property here was worth about three million US dollars. The annual property tax was 0.51%. While not considered high, it still amounted to 15,000 to 20,000 US dollars. Including property managent fees, basic repairs for the garden, lawn, and house, community activities, expenses for maintaining neighborly relations, and so on, the total additional annual expenditure for living here was no less than 50,000 US dollars.