Tomorrow is the ti for the second trial.
Zhao Dehan's hair was a ss, and he glared with bloodshot eyes at the lawyer before him, "So is there any chance we can turn this around?"
The lawyer shook his head, "Mr. Zhao, I can't answer that for you. Our code of conduct for lawyers strictly forbids making promises of victory to clients."
"The best course of action is still to settle with the other party."
Looking at the lawyer in front of him, Zhao Dehan suddenly beca furious.
"God damn it, if I could settle this, would I need to hire you? You've taken so much money, and now you're talking to about lawyer codes, my daughter is about to go to jail!"
His emotions were on the verge of collapse, the thought of his precious daughter going to jail was heartbreaking.
From childhood to adulthood, his daughter had always been his treasure; even when she caused trouble at school, he'd do his best to make ands, not wanting her to be affected.
Getting into physical altercations was actually not the first ti.
In the past, money was always able to solve the issues, and even if sothing serious happened, his daughter was a minor.
Who could have imagined that soone would file a criminal lawsuit this ti!
Moreover, they were implacable; nothing worked, not even offering money. He had even gone to their law firm a few days before, kneeling before them, only to be completely ignored as though he were not even human.
After deaning himself like that, showing all his sincerity, he was t with a cold: "I just don't like your daughter."
Can't a person get a chance to make ands after making a mistake?
Seeing that communication was impossible, the opposite lawyer left. He had already taken the money; he just had to perform his duty in court the next day. Winning or losing had nothing to do with him.
He didn't want to go ho; seeing his daughter only made his heart ache more, so he decided to drink instead.
As long as he drank, everything would pass...
It was already past nine in the evening, but many lawyers at Tengda Law Firm were still working overti.
Old Tang didn't need to work late; he had nothing better to do at ho, and he found it more comfortable to watch others, like Niu Ma, working overti at the firm.
"Director Wang, ready to leave?"
Old Tang greeted Old Wang at the door.
Old Wang smiled and nodded, "Yes, I've got to get ho. Aren't you leaving?"
"I have nothing to do at ho, so I'll just stay here and read for a while." Old Tang said, lifting the book in his hand.
Old Wang glanced at it, "The Self-Diagnosis of a Schizophrenic," and quickly averted his eyes, feeling tainted by just looking at it.
But after thinking it over, Old Wang still asked, "Old Tang, you... read this book?"
"Yes, I need to make an accurate judgnt about my own condition. It was recomnded by a doctor a few days ago. See, I'm studying it here." he replied.
Old Wang couldn't help but glance again... "Psychiatry," "Manifestations of Delusional Disorder," a total of four or five books lay spread out on the desk, looking well-thumbed.
"Cough cough... So, Old Tang, what did the doctor say the last ti you went to the hospital?"
At that, Tang Fangjing voiced his dissatisfaction, "The doctor said my condition had worsened. Director Wang, you see every day. Do I look like my condition is getting worse?"
Did he really need to look?
Nonetheless, Old Wang didn't dare reply, no wonder Old Tang had asked for increased security asures before. Now it seed that Old Tang himself was the biggest security risk in the firm!
Just as he was contemplating this, the firm's door was pushed open, and a man ca in carrying several beer bottles, reeking of alcohol.
"Where's Tang Fangjing, Tang Fangjing, co out Tang Fangjing!"
Oh shit, not again?
Old Wang quickly retreated. This was it; the firm's security asures needed to be escalated urgently—one guard at the door, another by... Tang Fangjing's office.
Inside, the working lawyers were all disturbed and ca out to see, ducking and hiding with more proficiency than the last ti—it was clearly sothing they had experienced before...
Looking towards the doorway, their interest piqued, that was Zhao Dehan.
Was this a case of alcohol-induced bravery, thinking about squaring off with himself?
"Stop shouting, I'm right here. Mr. Zhao, is it? What do you need for?" Old Tang stepped forward and said.
Zhao Dehan, with bloodshot eyes and clutching a beer bottle, said, "Tang Fangjing, I'm asking you one last ti, do you agree to a settlent or not?"
"My daughter was wrong, and as her father, I am here to make it right!"
As he spoke, he smashed the beer bottle over his own head!
With a loud crash, the bottle shattered, and blood began to flow from Zhao Dehan's head.
"Ah..." This scene caused a trainee lawyer behind to cover their eyes instantly.
"Is this enough? Huh, is it? If not, can I make ands with my life?"
His madness sent a chill down the spine of many lawyers; President Lei's incident had happened too quickly, and before they knew it, the knife had plunged into Old Tang's chest.
Fear was natural, but not as profoundly threatening as this mont.
It was like the old gangsters of Tianjin, who would stab you to show you their ruthlessness.
Old Tang's face was full of resignation; he'd thought Zhao was going to hit him with the beer bottle, but he ended up hitting himself.
This was just unethical.
It was like those real-life scenarios, "if you dare break up with , I'll commit suicide..."
These extre actions were headache-inducing whenever faced.
But Old Tang was unperturbed. He calmly took out his phone with a stern face and announced, "The law teaches us that in such situations, the first thing to do is definitely to call the police."
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