Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 453 - 325, Not Every Chess Piece is Obedient (Second Update)
Mother said that people ultimately liberate themselves, so don’t make things difficult for yourself.
At this moment, Shi Nian is starting to exhibit some of his mother’s demeanor.
As he sensed Xiao Yi’s gaze sweeping towards him, Tang Yanqing withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly: "Besides, even if George didn’t know the cause of Old Buddha’s death, he still pointed us in a direction. He said Old Buddha used Chinese medicine and Chinese herbal medicine at the suggestion of Huangfu Huazhang... Everyone knows, in the eyes of people from M Country, traditional Chinese medicine is sometimes as enigmatic as witchcraft."
Tang Yan Yi understood, his gaze flickering: "So Huangfu Huazhang could completely use that Chinese medicine to get rid of Old Buddha?!"
Shi Nian took a deep breath: "What a coincidence, I actually know that Chinese medicine practitioner."
There has been a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner around Huangfu Huazhang taking care of his health for many years, with deep family ties, who was later introduced into Deep Throat...
Tang Yanqing nodded with a smile: "The net of heaven is vast and wide."
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The District Attorney’s office was as busy as a battle scene.
On An Cheng’s side, there were mountains of files, and she hadn’t rested for an entire month.
Secretary Jian bought lunch and brought it in, feeling pained seeing her buried in a pile of files with double dark circles under her eyes: "Look at you, you already have so many cases, why do you keep taking on new ones?"
When An Cheng is busy, she gets irritable, especially when hearing others waste her time, she gave Jian a glare: "What do you know? Of course I’m not interested in self-torment, the new cases I take on are all related."
After the conclusion of Mark’s case at Kangchuan University, there emerged the Rosa Clown Car Accident case, Xiong Jie Kidnapping and Murder case, Yanwu Square Child Wife case, Meng Chuyan Suicide case, Tang Yansheng Human Smuggling case... To outsiders, these cases seemed independent, but An Cheng vaguely saw the same silhouette behind them all.
So even though she was already overloaded with work, when new cases with those imprints emerged, she still gritted her teeth and accepted them one by one.
This is a fast-moving world, where crimes occur faster than police can solve them, and much faster than the District Attorney’s office can prosecute them. Generally speaking, if the District Attorney’s office can take 10% of cases to court every year, it’s quite good.
An Cheng was so exhausted her eyes rolled back: "I really want to ask both gubernatorial candidates, who will promise to increase the District Attorney’s budget by 10 times if elected? I’ll vote for that person!"
Jian raised an eyebrow: "You mean you might not vote for your future father-in-law’s ticket? How will you stand in the Tang Family then?"
An Cheng was infuriated, grabbed a cushion and threw it: "What future father-in-law? Get out!"
What kind of secretary doesn’t help with work, but adds to the chaos!
At such a busy time, the phone insensitively rang—and from the least wanted number.
An Cheng, overwhelmed, covered the phone with the cushion intended for Jian, deluding herself into thinking that as long as she didn’t hear it, she didn’t have to deal with it.
But the ringtone, like the seemingly mild but unyielding man, wouldn’t stop until it was answered.
An Cheng, driven dizzy by the ringtone, had no choice but to pick up the phone and immediately reproached: "Lawyer Tang, are you too idle? I don’t have a good father to open a law firm for me to play around with, I work for the state government, I need to sort through my cases, I don’t have time for idle chat, okay?"
The phone was silent for a second before Tang Yanxi’s slightly hurt but calm voice came through: "An Prosecution, you misunderstood, I’m not calling for idle chat. I am calling as the legal representative of Wang Dong, suspect in the Xiong Jie Explosion case, to discuss a transaction with you."
An Cheng was stunned: "Transaction? Tell him to go to hell! He wants to talk about a deal after killing someone? Let him die first, then become a ghost and talk deals with me!"
Tang Yanxi patiently listened, then continued calmly: "How does An Prosecution know my client necessarily killed someone? Moreover, asking him to die and come back as a ghost... Is An Prosecution looking to play a ghostly romance game?"
An Cheng growled in anger: "Tang Yanxi, it’s you I want dead!"
All her serious work motivation was disrupted. Although An Cheng didn’t want to give in, sitting in the office didn’t bring back her work state, so she reluctantly went to the agreed location.
A simple motel close to the interstate highway.
The corridors smelled of damp mold, the room was dim, the wallpaper spotted with mysterious stains.
An Cheng entered and couldn’t help covering her nose.
Tang Yanxi noticed and calmly explained, "Yes, the marks on the wallpaper are old bloodstains. In this room, on this bed, someone died. A close-range shooting, blood sprayed everywhere."
Wang Dong, sitting pale on the bed, turned even paler.
Tang Yanxi added insult to injury, tilting his head at Wang Dong: "Can you guess why that person died?"
Wang Dong started trembling all over.
He understood Tang Yanxi’s words, realizing that the dead person was a suspect like him watched by bounty hunters. The man wanted to escape like he did, and the bounty hunter, enraged, simply ended the man’s life.
An Cheng glanced at Tang Yanxi, knowing he was seriously lying to scare people, walked over and took the silk handkerchief from the left breast pocket of Tang Yanxi’s suit, laid it on a chair, then sat down, crossing her long legs and aiming a ten-inch stiletto at Wang Dong.
"I heard you wanted to discuss a deal with me? Oh, I thought you’d prefer to negotiate directly with bounty hunters. I don’t care about your life, what’s there to talk about with you?"
Wang Dong slumped over completely, nervously looking up: "...I didn’t kill anyone!"
An Cheng was debating whether to smoke a cigarette in front of Tang Yanxi when she heard Wang Dong’s words and looked up suddenly, coldly smiling: "What did you say? You didn’t kill anyone? What were you doing earlier? You initially told the police you killed someone, they handed over the file to us, it’s been here at the District Attorney’s office, we’ve spent a month preparing to go to court, and now you say you didn’t kill?"
Tang Yanxi spread his hands innocently: "You say you didn’t kill, so why did you go to the police? If you hadn’t gone to the police, I wouldn’t have bailed you out; if I hadn’t bailed you, I wouldn’t have helped you borrow money from the bail company, and the bounty hunters wouldn’t be chasing you. If you say you didn’t kill now, then there’s no need for court, but what about the bail from the company?"
Wang Dong despairingly closed his eyes: "It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Originally, I was told to enter the police station, say what I had to, then I’d just leave."
Tang Yanxi added: "Not ’leave,’ but ’escape.’ You didn’t expect the appearance of bounty hunters, preventing your escape."
An Cheng didn’t want Tang Yanxi to get too smug, so she crossed her legs and warned: "Lawyer Tang, please watch your words. You’re still his lawyer, after all."
Tang Yanxi glanced at An Cheng, only able to laugh silently.
An Cheng indeed softened, took a graceful step forward, gently patted Wang Dong’s shoulder: "Come on, don’t be nervous, take it slow. Even if your lawyer forgets his stand, the prosecutor won’t. You said you didn’t kill, how come?"
Wang Dong turned pale: "The death of that female journalist Xiong Jie has nothing to do with me, I didn’t do it! They promised me, saying it’s okay, they’d ensure I leave safely, won’t have to go to court, and won’t be sentenced."
Tang Yanxi sighed: "They just needed you in the police station to bite George in."
Wang Dong, face white, nodded sadly: "Yes."
