What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Tomorrow is the time for the second trial.

Zhao Dehan's hair was a mess, 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 became 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 me 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 amends, not wanting her to be affected.

Getting into physical altercations was actually not the first time.

In the past, money was always able to solve the issues, and even if something serious happened, his daughter was a minor.

Who could have imagined that someone would file a criminal lawsuit this time!

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 demeaning himself like that, showing all his sincerity, he was met with a cold: "I just don't like your daughter."

Can't a person get a chance to make amends 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 home; 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 overtime.

Old Tang didn't need to work late; he had nothing better to do at home, and he found it more comfortable to watch others, like Niu Ma, working overtime 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 home. Aren't you leaving?"

"I have nothing to do at home, 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 judgment about my own condition. It was recommended 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 time you went to the hospital?"

At that, Tang Fangjing voiced his dissatisfaction, "The doctor said my condition had worsened. Director Wang, you see me 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 measures before. Now it seemed 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 came in carrying several beer bottles, reeking of alcohol.

"Where's Tang Fangjing, Tang Fangjing, come out Tang Fangjing!"

Oh shit, not again?

Old Wang quickly retreated. This was it; the firm's security measures needed to be escalated urgently—one guard at the door, another by... Tang Fangjing's office.

Inside, the working lawyers were all disturbed and came out to see, ducking and hiding with more proficiency than the last time—it was clearly something 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 me 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 time, do you agree to a settlement 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 amends 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 moment.

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 me, I'll commit suicide..."

These extreme 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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