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Chapter 719 - 559 Gentleman (Happy the start of the month!)_2

Chapter 719: 559 Gentleman (Happy the start of the month!)_2

"You."

As the presiding judge, Che Changmin naturally interrogated the last defendant after one defendant pleaded guilty.

The scene quieted down.

Gazing at his once "old friend," An Zairong smiled faintly.

"Respected judge, Ke Zhao and I are partners who share life and death, without distinction between each other. The Trunk Room Society was also jointly operated by us, so the development direction of the company and every action taken were decided together by us."

Touching to the core.

In the modern brotherhood, it must be rare to witness such a display of loyalty and righteousness.

Che Changmin remained unmoved and continued his staid inquiry, "Do you mean to say that you have no objections to all the charges against you?"

Quan Shangying held her breath.

"Yes."

An Zairong’s laughter echoed in the courtroom.

"Judge, I have no objections."

Che Changmin nodded and began to confer with the two associate judges, while the jury also began to discuss.

Jiang Chen, who had thought there might be more complications, withdrew his gaze from An Zairong.

With both defendants confessing to the charges against them, the trial naturally became very straightforward.

About three to four minutes later, the judges and the jury reached a unanimous decision.

"All rise!"

Everyone stood up.

"Defendants having confessed guilt to their crimes, this court hereby delivers the following judgment."

Presiding Judge Che Changmin’s voice was heavy as he repeated the series of horrifying charges against the two men.

"Defendant Zou Kezhao is sentenced to 50 years’ imprisonment, without possibility of parole or release on probation. Defendant An Zairong is sentenced to 50 years’ imprisonment, without possibility of parole or release on probation. This judgment is final and not subject to appeal."

Fifty years.

Truly, impartiality at its finest.

Considering the ages of Zou Kezhao and An Zairong, they likely wouldn’t serve such a long sentence. Developed countries’ judicial systems are all the same; in the absence of the death penalty, they can only extend prison terms for the most serious offenders, with sentences of a hundred or two hundred years being not unusual.

Here, fifty years is almost no different from life imprisonment.

Fair, open, and just.

Such a verdict,

could be said to be immensely satisfying to the public.

Che Changmin, who had once been eager to bring the two to justice, had now gotten his wish. But there was no joy to be seen on his face.

"Court is adjourned."

"Uncle!"

Quan Shangying couldn’t help but stand up.

An Zairong’s steps faltered slightly, and then he was coldly ushered away by the bailiff.

The trial was over.

Jiang Chen walked out of the courthouse and saw the salesgirl restless, lingering at the entrance and continuously peering inside.

Jiang Chen descended the steps.

"Miss Quan."

Quan Shangying startled, looked at the approaching stranger perplexed, "Who are you?"

"I am a... friend of An Zairong."

Quan Shangying became even more disconsolate. After a long while, she murmured, "Someone like him, he still has friends?"

"Aren’t you one as well, Miss Quan?"

Quan Shangying pursed her lips.

"Are you waiting for him?" Jiang Chen asked.

Quan Shangying nodded absently.

"Miss Quan, there’s no need to wait. You won’t be able to see him."

Of course, Quan Shangying understood.

Fifty years.

A number that sounds interminably long.

After today, the uncle who appeared and disappeared unpredictably probably would never suddenly pop up in her life again.

"Did he really do those things?" Quan Shangying asked with a trembling voice, a faint hope shining in her eyes as she looked at Jiang Chen.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded coldly, "The court’s judgment is very fair."

The expectation in Quan Shangying’s eyes slowly faded; her eyes vacant as she said, "But he doesn’t seem like a bad person."

"Good and bad have no absolute definition, they are labels assigned by others. It’s like how someone’s role can be a father, but to someone else, they might be a son," Jiang Chen explained.

Quan Shangying stared blankly at him.

"To society, he is a criminal, but that doesn’t matter to you, Miss Quan."

Jiang Chen looked at her, his eyes earnest and clear.

"The court has found him guilty, but each person is their own judge. Miss Quan, all you need to remember is the way he was in front of you, and that’s enough."

Quan Shangying fell silent for a long while.

"Thank you."

"Miss Quan, do you need me to take you home?"

Quan Shangying shook his head, just about to speak, when at that moment, the escort van drove out from the courthouse, passing by them.

Inside, presumably, sat Zou Kezhao and An Zairong, who were being transported to prison.

The iron-wire-reinforced windows showed only a hollow space.

The escort van quickly passed by and drove out of the courthouse gates, gradually moving away.

Quan Shangying watched it go.

"I suppose I will never see him again, right?"

Jiang Chen didn’t speak.

"Dammit, it’s always been like this with him, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. I’ll just think of him as an uncle who has gone on a distant journey," Quan Shangying said.

The escort van disappeared into the flow of traffic.

Quan Shangying withdrew her gaze, shook her head forcefully, and squeezed out a smile.

"I should head back now, goodbye."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Quan Shangying, who had hurried here from Daegu without even having the chance to ask for leave from her company, turned around and hailed a taxi.

"To the train station."

Jiang Chen stood in front of the courthouse, watching the taxi drive away.

"The Bible says that when every demon is born, there is also an angel born to redeem him. It’s just that sometimes they meet each other too late, or perhaps, never at all," he reflected.

Jiang Chen turned around.

Che Changmin, who had just handled another major case, approached.

Becoming a supreme court justice and presiding over such a big case right away, and to have sent two extremely evil gang leaders to prison for life, was, quite evidently, a significant political achievement.

"An Zairong left a message for me to pass on to you."

"This girl wasn’t called by me."

"I know, and so does An Zairong."

"What did he say?"

Unlike Zou Kezhao, Jiang Chen hadn’t given An Zairong any assurances. His stint in prison this time was very likely to be until the end, spending his life reflecting on his sins behind the cold iron bars.

That’s why Jiang Chen had been worried that he might recant his testimony.

"He said, ’Protect that girl.’"

Jiang Chen furrowed his brow slightly, then his pupils contracted, as though he had just awoken from a dream!

He quickly pulled out his phone.

"Protect the female sales associate from Daegu that An Zairong knows. She should be on her way to the train station right now," Jiang Chen repeated a second time, "Make sure she is safe."

An Zairong had received the punishment he deserved.

But this girl was innocent and should not have been involved.

As a simple sales associate, she couldn’t possibly have been aware of the exact time of the court session, nor could she have appeared so timely at today’s court.

There was only one possibility.

Someone had deliberately informed her!

"The verdict has been given, and now it might be too late," Che Changmin said calmly. After so many experiences, this prosecutor, who once seemed desperate to save everyone, appeared to have become a lot colder, or rather, a lot more sober.

The only purpose of bringing that female sales associate here was to agitate An Zairong and disrupt the court session, which was doomed to a particular outcome.

It was clear.

The premeditated plan had failed.

Since it hadn’t succeeded, the female sales associate, used as a tool, no longer had any value.

Exactly.

Value.

At this moment, Che Changmin, serving as the supreme court justice, was all the more feeling a cold reality.

For certain people in this world, others might not seem much different from items to them.

The only difference is that some items can be useful to them, while others are dispensable trash that can be thrown away without care.

Jiang Chen looked at him, his brow furrowed.

Half an hour later.

The phone rang.

"Found her, at the train station."

"Any unforeseen incidents?"

"None so far."

Jiang Chen slowly exhaled with relief, "Follow her, and make sure she doesn’t notice."

"Roger that."

A coffee shop.

Jiang Chen put down his phone.

Seemingly waiting together for the news, Che Changmin said, "Since nothing happened on her way to the train station, nothing should happen now."

Indeed.

If someone wanted to act, they would have sought revenge right after the court session ended. The female sales associate would not have been able to reach the train station safely.

"It seems we suspected wrongly, measuring the heart of a gentleman with the mind of a scoundrel," commented Jiang Chen as he sipped his coffee.

No matter who the person pulling the strings was, at least they had not taken their anger out on an innocent person. From this perspective, one could say they possessed a degree of humanity.

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