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Chapter 766 - 582 Da Bai Tu Milk Candy_2

Chapter 766: 582 Da Bai Tu Milk Candy_2

Fang Qing had already come out dressed neatly, clad in a gray ladies’ suit, light makeup applied, her beautiful black hair done up, projecting the image of an intelligent and capable elite woman.

"Tsk,"

Jiang Chen sized her up, his eyes showing admiration, "You’ve got the look now."

"Go brush your teeth, hurry up."

"Yes, Ma’am."

Jiang Chen, playful as ever, hopped up and went to the bedroom to freshen up.

Fang Qing set about preparing breakfast.

Noodles with a fried egg, a quick meal later, the pair headed downstairs together.

Jiang Chen pressed for the first basement level.

"We need to take the subway," Fang Qing reminded.

"I got your car back for you."

Upon reaching the underground parking lot, Fang Qing indeed saw her Maserati.

The two got into the car.

Jiang Chen took on the role of the driver, "The Intermediate Court in the Beiding District?"

Fang Qing nodded.

Jiang Chen turned on the GPS, started the ignition, and with the roaring sound of the engine, the Maserati drifted out of the parking spot and streaked towards the exit.

"Drive slower."

Turning her head, Fang Qing couldn’t help but ask, "How are Brother Dao and the others doing now?"

"Of course, they’ve been handed over to the police," Jiang Chen said with a smirk, resting one arm on the window and gripping the steering wheel with the other, "What awaits them is the judgment of the law."

As he spoke, he turned to her, "Tell me, usury, kidnapping, running organized crime, forcing good people into prostitution, intentional homicide... add up all these charges, how many years do you think that’s worth?"

"Death penalty."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, "Looks like you won’t be seeing them anymore then."

"Did you really hand them over to the police?"

Fang Qing wanted confirmation.

"What else?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "Do you think I would take justice into my own hands? I am a law-abiding citizen of good standing, I do nothing illegal."

"What are you really up to these days?"

Unable to contain her concern, Fang Qing stared seriously at the nonchalant man.

"I’m a bit worried about you."

Brother Dao and his crew were known criminals, but the group that barged in yesterday, beating and kidnapping, didn’t seem like good people either.

"Ever since you pushed me around in open-crotch pants, you think I could commit any worse crimes if I can’t even handle you?"

Jiang Chen knew Fang Qing was no fool and would inevitably face this question; his mouth still held a flippant smile.

"Qing Gege, being a bad guy also requires skill."

"I don’t know what you’re doing now, but don’t forget, my parents have always treated you like their own child. Don’t let them down."

Remembering Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan, Jiang Chen’s expression warmed, his playfulness finally subsiding.

"Fang Qing, if one day I truly end up in the defendant’s chair, would you defend me?"

"I would."

Fang Qing averted her gaze, replying without hesitation.

Jiang Chen turned to her, "You won’t even ask what crime I’ve committed and you say you would? What if, like Brother Dao, I am utterly irredeemable?"

Without answering, Fang Qing looked straight ahead, only saying, "Have you learned traffic laws? Do you think driving with one hand is cool?"

Jiang Chen, slightly embarrassed, promptly withdrew his hand that was resting by the window.

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Although the rain had stopped, it was still overcast today.

But the dark clouds and the damp air did not damp enthusiasm of the media journalists.

At the gate of the Intermediate Court in Beiding District, it was already crowded, with media from all quarters setting up their long and short guns, ready to get the latest scoop.

"Quite a crowd."

Jiang Chen drove into the court’s premises.

This wasn’t his first time at a trial, but for the trial in Gaoli, media were not allowed to attend; this time, however, was different.

Due to widespread public interest, for the sake of fairness and transparency, today’s trial of Guan Libing was open to the public, with the media allowed to observe the entire proceedings.

After parking the car, Jiang Chen turned to look at the woman in the passenger seat.

All the while, she appeared calm with no sign of nervousness.

The girl who had cried and blamed him for things as a child had indeed grown up.

"Hold on for a moment."

Just as Fang Qing was about to push the door open and get out of the car, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped her.

Fang Qing turned around, her eyes filled with confusion.

Jiang Chen extended his hand, "Give me one."

Fang Qing’s gaze moved downward.

In the palm of his open hand lay a White Rabbit Creamy Candy.

This had been her favorite candy when she was a child.

Eating candy could ease nervous feelings and improve one’s mood. Every time after she played a trick on Jiang Chen as a kid, she would give him a White Rabbit Creamy Candy afterwards.

At a tender age, she had already mastered the art of mixing reprimands with rewards.

Fang Qing took it, holding her briefcase, opened the door, and stepped out, without unwrapping the candy but quietly slipping it into her pocket.

"Lawyer Ding."

Ding He also came to observe the court proceedings today, opting not to bring any other colleagues from the law firm so as not to put too much pressure on Fang Qing.

"Good luck."

He cheered Fang Qing on.

Fang Qing nodded and headed to the defense attorney’s bench, preparing for the trial that was about to start.

Ding He and Jiang Chen found seats.

"The presiding judge today is Xu Zhong."

Perhaps knowing that Jiang Chen was unfamiliar, Ding He continued, "This judge is notoriously loathful of evil and quite strict in his rulings. Though public opinion mostly sides with Guan Libing at the moment, I’m afraid Xu Zhong won’t be swayed by it."

"In other words, Guan Libing is doomed."

Jiang Chen followed up.

Ding He did not respond but simply sighed softly, his gaze fixed on Fang Qing, who was quickly getting into the zone by organizing her materials.

"Let’s hope Fang Qing can move that stern judge," he said.

At nine o’clock in the morning.

The trial officially began.

Guan Libing, charged with intentional homicide, was handcuffed and leg-shackled, escorted into the courtroom by two judicial police officers.

The cameras of the media reporters at the site were all trained on him.

Without looking at the man with a harsh fate, Jiang Chen noticed a certain spot in the spectator’s gallery,

There.

A man who had just come in and sat down not long ago was sitting quietly and unobtrusively, but his robust physique still exuded an extraordinary presence that caught the eye.

Geng Long.

Jiang Chen’s face showed no emotion; he glanced over and then averted his eyes.

Under the countless watchful eyes inside and outside the courtroom, the trial proceeded in an orderly fashion.

The family of the victimized city manager sat in the plaintiff’s seat, weeping bitterly and heartbroken.

Their grief made the presiding judge Xu Zhong’s expression even more solemn.

"I’m a law student, and although I sympathize with Guan Libing, from my professional point of view, Guan Libing cannot escape death," one comment read.

Countless comments streamed on the online live broadcast platform.

But their voices could not reach the inside of the courtroom.

Only the lawyers from both sides stood their ground, exchanging verbal blows.

"Honorable judge, it is an inherent duty of a city manager to maintain street cleanliness and manage street vendors. The defendant was setting up his stall in violation of the rules first, and the victim enforced the law by trying to evict him. Instead of complying, the defendant drew his knife and attacked, causing the victim’s death, an act of extreme malice. Failing to punish him severely would be a serious disruption to social order and a great injustice to the victim. Therefore, on behalf of the family of the victim, I request the court to sentence the defendant to death," said the plaintiff’s attorney.

The plaintiff’s lawyer, a middle-aged man, spoke passionately and convincingly, full of confidence, clearly battle-hardened, not someone a rookie like Fang Qing could easily match.

Guan Libing sat in the defendant’s seat, his face a picture of misery.

Fang Qing stood up.

Amid the swarm of gazes and cameras, the young face did not show nervousness or discomfort, but serenity and an uncommon composure.

She gripped the White Rabbit Creamy Candy in her palm without reaching for any notes and began to address the bench calmly and methodically.

"Honorable judge, peddling goods and selling drinks from carts is an occupation that has been legitimate since ancient times. My client came to the city out of necessity, working in such a humble and lowly job, struggling to get by with meager earnings. But he has always been kind and naive; no matter how society has hurt him, he never resorted to theft, robbery, or harming others to survive. I solemnly ask everyone present in the courtroom, when a person’s means of livelihood is shattered and they are driven to a dead end with no way out, if you were in his shoes, would you be calmer and more forbearing than my client?"

"My client Guan Libing has always been a filial child, a law-abiding citizen, and an excellent soldier in the army. When he left the military without being assigned a job, he never complained about the injustice society dealt him. There are tens of millions like Guan Libing in this country, struggling to make a living as veterans, all of whom are watching Guan Libing’s fate closely."

"As the legal maxim goes: if good laws are established in the world, then the world will be well governed. Honorable judge, are our laws and our city management system meant to make our citizens happier or to make them suffer more? Is our mission as legal professionals to make this society more harmonious or to make it more tragic? We have already lost Huo Chunlong, do we also need to lose Guan Libing?"

Her words, one after another.

Her voice was calm.

Yet it rang out with a deafening clarity!

The courtroom went silent for a moment.