Who Made Him a Lawyer?

Chapter 490: Chapter 358: Ruined Reputation

In a daze, an interesting question surfaced in Xu Liang’s mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his brain beginning to dig deeper into this question.

It was a long while before he gathered his thoughts.

Right now it was still too early to be thinking about this; without basic information, no matter how much he thought, it would be useless. He had to first conduct a solid investigation.

"I need to make a trip to the police station and look into Sanma Village’s casualties over the past few years."

That was what Xu Liang was thinking in his head.

Maybe people in Sanma Village wouldn’t report deaths, but after Lv Xiong’s "armed homicide" case broke out, Yang City and Hanhai City had long since combed through Sanma Village inside and out.

At the very least, they definitely wouldn’t skip basic headcounts during that period.

Village Chief Zhang would have to report truthfully; after all, this kind of thing isn’t easy to hide, and one lie needs countless other lies to patch it up—cracks are bound to show. It’s easier to just clearly report the exact times of the deaths.

So.

Xu Liang guessed that Hanhai City very likely knew how many people in Sanma Village had been bitten to death by wolves.

It’s just that....

"It’s getting late."

Yang Ruoxi looked up and glanced out the window.

It was already six-thirty in the evening.

At this time the Hanhai City Police Department was probably off work, with only a few officers still on duty.

Even if Xu Liang went to the station, there’d be no one to approve his application. Of course, he could call and trouble Chen Changchun a little.

Only Xu Liang wasn’t the sort who would bother others for no reason, especially since there was no rush.

"Let’s go home and eat first."

Xu Liang dropped the idea of going to the station immediately.

He then drove to send the two girls back to where they lived, and even stopped once to refuel along the way.

Yeah.

It was still Yang Ruoxi who paid!

Xu Liang did the math—over these past few months, the salary Yang Ruoxi had gotten might not even cover the money she’d spent on gas....

But it didn’t matter; he could just make it up to her with a bonus later.

The three of them parted ways for the day.

Only....

Although Xu Liang’s night passed very peacefully, under the surface the undercurrents were surging; countless "shasha" sounds echoed in some company offices.

Drafts were being written at high speed, strokes appearing one by one on the white paper.

Whenever they thought back to a certain lawyer’s attitude that afternoon, the "shasha" sounds grew a little more intense.

The next day.

September 11.

Only six days remained before the trial.

Early in the morning, Xu Liang drove to pick up Yang Ruoxi and Su Yu, then headed straight for the Hanhai City Police Department.

They just didn’t know that as soon as they left....

Right on their heels, countless still-warm, freshly printed newspapers began spreading on a large scale.

...

At a breakfast stall.

Xu Liang’s second uncle, Xu Fuqiang, was still yawning as he got ready to buy breakfast.

In his daze, a few strands of sound, like tiny insects, burrowed into his ears.

"A beast in human skin... really a beast in human skin, how did we never notice before that this bastard was that kind of person!?"

"Sigh, the change is too much... how can anyone defend someone like that.... And to think I used to believe he was a good person, I really didn’t see this coming...."

"He shot and killed a 13-year-old kid, and he still wants to use mental illness to escape criminal liability!?"

"Isn’t he afraid of retribution, of being struck by lightning someday!!!"

"Sigh...."

Voices filled with anger rang out one after another, snapping Xu Fuqiang fully awake.

He glanced at the people who were talking.

It turned out to be a few migrant workers eating together, one of them holding a newspaper, his face twisted in anger as he cursed about something.

Seeing this, Xu Fuqiang paused, then walked over cheerfully and said with easy familiarity:

"Brothers, what are you talking about? First thing in the morning and your tempers are already this hot?"

At his words.

The migrant workers weren’t annoyed by a stranger joining in; they just answered irritably:

"You heard about that shooting case from a few days back, brother?"

A thirteen-year-old boy being shot?

Of course he’d heard.

The case was extremely vile. If Xu Liang hadn’t been trying a case in Upper City, the hottest topic nationwide right now wouldn’t be the espionage case—it would be this one!

Even so, its spread was hardly any less; several nearby provinces already knew about it, and it had even reached Upper City!

"Now someone’s taken the job of defending the shooter!"

The migrant worker suddenly spoke angrily, his chest heaving violently.

"Saying that the shooter was mentally ill at the time and doesn’t need to bear much legal responsibility, trying to get him off...."

At these words, the faces of the people around the table all darkened.

"Damn, these bloodsucking parasites! I say just sentence them all to death!"

"Why don’t they just revoke these people’s licenses, what’s the point of keeping them around to harm society!?"

"I curse him so that in the future his own son gets shot dead by some lunatic..."

"...."

A barrage of vicious curses erupted, and a curious look appeared on Xu Fuqiang’s face.

He took the newspaper the man handed over, just about to read it carefully.

But he had only looked at the photo printed on top....

In an instant, Xu Fuqiang’s expression froze, his whole head seizing up as if it had rusted.

After a long time.

Shock finally showed on his face. Once he came back to his senses, he couldn’t even be bothered to eat.

Clutching the newspaper, he turned and ran home.

On the way.

He ran into quite a few acquaintances, only some of them were giving him very strange looks at this moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

Xu Fuqiang pounded on his own door.

"Coming, coming, what are you knocking for, if you break the door you gonna fix it!?"

Zhao Ying’s voice sounded, and then the door cracked open a sliver.

She stared at the panting, panic-stricken Xu Fuqiang in front of her, stunned for a moment. Her gaze swept over his two empty hands, and her willow brows immediately knitted together.

"Where’s the breakfast?"

Hearing her voice, Xu Fuqiang snapped back to himself, then suddenly blurted out:

"Something’s happened!"

Som... something’s happened?

Zhao Ying paused. Before she could ask anything, the next second, Xu Fuqiang thrust the newspaper in front of her.

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