Chapter 13 Lawyers and Bars
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Can I ask about the smell of those blissful proofs?" Fudge asked curiously.
"You don't want to smell it. The smell is more pungent than industrial cosmetics." Matt frowned and said, "There are some guys who sometimes can't hold their backs."
"Stop it!" Fudge said he knew, he already wanted to vomit.
While the two of them were talking, John started walking around in this small law firm.
He picked up the document that Fudge was scratching his head about just now, glanced at it, and suddenly said: "You didn't appear there by coincidence, right?"
Matt and Fudge stopped talking, and Fudge shouted, "Hey, don't touch that thing."
John put down the document and turned to stare at Matt, "It seems that you are a lawyer with a sense of justice."
Matt was silent for a while and explained: "Simon not only accepts women who want to survive, he also abducts women from civilians and forcibly stamps them with a certificate of bliss."
"Those women cannot resist, even if they are insulted, the judge will classify them into the ranks of those women who are willing to fall because of the proof of bliss."
This is Hell's Kitchen, and even the judges have to follow some rules.
A client of the law firm was given a certificate of bliss, which meant that she was only compensated for being insulted.
Matt's justice makes him prepare to destroy the Hells Angels bar to liberate those poor people.
He was also checking out the spot today and found John, the 'lamb' who had thrown himself into a trap.
"You mean Tracy?" Fudge heard Matt's words and he disagreed, "The judge has already dismissed us in that case."
"So they are even more arrogant." The guide stick in Matt's hand fell heavily. He held the stick tightly, feeling uneasy inside. "There is a new case, isn't it?"
Fudge put his hands in his pockets and fell silent.
He had just been dealing with a new Bliss Proof case. Using the same technique, the Bliss Proof that was forcibly branded easily captured the girl's innocence.
"We are just lawyers, there are some things we can't change." Fudge sighed, "We are not police, let alone Iron Man, Matt."
"Maybe the police can't control it?" John's voice sounded.
Only then did Fudge notice that John had already sat down in his seat.
Just as he was about to speak, John picked up a document at random and read it.
"It's no secret that Simon clearly offers those people a reason they can't refuse."
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "After all, money is a good thing."
"You've finished your coffee." Matt stood up and prepared to see the guest off, "I'll take you out of here."
"No," John said without any intention of getting up, "Are you a lawyer?"
"It just so happens that I have a little trouble. If you can handle it for me, I wouldn't mind paying a considerable commission to solve your urgent need."
John said meaningfully: "It's a considerable sum."
Fudge wanted to refuse, but if they continued to litigate on behalf of those poor people, they might not even be able to afford plaice.
...
Jack was still at the door, but this time his face was full of confusion.
"Matt, you're going to cost me my job."
Matt, the lawyer who had helped Jack's sister, looked back at John behind him. He sighed, "Be accommodating, Jack. I'll get a child support for your sister. Do you remember?"
"Of course I remember." Jack hesitated. His boss Simon was a ruthless man and could kill him at any time.
It's not worth it no matter how you look at it, to hook yourself up for a favor.
Seeing that Jack wouldn't let go, Matt had no choice but to turn around and come to John and said, "As you see, we can't get in except for the Bliss Certificate, which only has their acquaintance and membership card."
"I think I can handle that, Mr. Lawyer."
John passed by Matt and came to Jack. The distance between the two was uncomfortable.
Jack subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his steps stopped.
John held a bundle of green banknotes worth no less than 2000 US dollars in his hand.
"I think you can close your eyes for half a minute. It's not a big deal. I just want to go in and have a look."
He smiled, harmless enough to see no danger.
There was an irresistible offer in his voice, "You make thousands of dollars a month, don't you want to earn more?"
"No one will ever know."
He is the devil, whispering of corruption.
The loyal security guard was shaken in his heart. In this place, his tendons could only be used to guard the door.
In an area where almost everyone has a human decontaminator, this is considered the safest job.
Thinking of the TV that just broke at home.
He still couldn't hold it back, reached out and took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.
A smile appeared on John's lips, and he said to Matt, "I think we can 'accidentally' get in there."
Jack closed his eyes and pretended not to see anything. Just as the other security guard was about to speak, John directly stuffed a bundle of money into his mouth.
Matt had never thought of this method.
After all, as a not-so-rich lawyer, he really doesn't have such saucy tricks.
As for John, if it can be solved with money, there is no need to take action.
...
Walking into the bar, there is noisy and noisy music, accompanied by a vague and melodious sound.
Those who covet extreme happiness cannot wait any longer.
It's a pity that of the two people who came in, one was blind and the other had no such ideas at all.
They went inside.
The deep corridor leads deeper, open the door.
The bombarding music seems to penetrate the eardrums and destroy the brain.
Matt's eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the explosion, and he stretched out his hand to touch his ears.
It's not friendly to people with sensitive hearing.
John glanced at him and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay. I'm even more curious about the reason why you came in." Matt was confused about this lamb who almost became the Bliss Proof. "This has nothing to do with you being questioned by the FBI."
"There are relationships."
Even under the loud music, the conversation between the two was in a low voice.
"Because the bastard who blew up my car had his employer here."
John's eyes swept across the bar with excessive neon lights. On the lively dance floor, men and women vented their excessive desires, twisting their bodies as if they were electrified.
They don't need any dance steps, just follow their instincts.
There is a second floor in the bar, and the stairs are guarded by bodyguards.
These people are different from the security guards who work outside. They are genuine gang members.
"Okay, show me your money, employer." Matt also noticed the group of people.
A blind person is more sensitive than a sighted person.
He was eager to try out his money-making abilities.
John didn't refuse, taking out a bundle of bills from his seemingly inexhaustible pocket and placing it in Matt's hand.
Matt walked over sanctimoniously.
Not knowing what was said, John saw Matt being grabbed by the collar.
John shook his head helplessly and walked over there, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but can you put my friend down?"
The bodyguard stared at John and said word by word: "Get out of here."
Matt's muscles were tense, ready to take these guys down at any moment.
As a lawyer, it’s normal to exercise occasionally and have the ability to defeat this group of people, right?
The arrogant bodyguard didn't make John too angry, he just looked at the bodyguard.
His reddish-brown eyes became deep, and he slipped the wand off his sleeve and waved it gently.
Confusion spell.
"I think you should have been notified to let me go up." John said firmly.
The bodyguard looked dazed for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then said to himself: "It seems like this."
Matt was put down and he straightened his collar, but his heart was full of questions.
The sudden change in attitude is confusing.
John patted Matt on the shoulder and chuckled: "When you come out to hang out, you have to talk about power and background."
Matt's inner doubts grew, but he didn't show it.
The employer in front of me is becoming more and more mysterious.
From the time they appeared until now, they only knew each other by their first names.
But John brought him to this kind of dragon's den, as if he knew he had the ability to protect him.
Walking up the stairs, this place looks like heaven compared to the one below.
A hell of carnival and a paradise of tranquility.
This is where Hell and Heaven come from.
Matt's ears moved, and he heard the sound of exchanges in several rooms on the second floor.
"How long have you been like this?" John asked casually as he walked.
Matt shrugged, "When I was a kid, I was blinded by radioactive materials in an accident, but when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you."
"That's it," John nodded, and he said how could a blind man be as dangerous as Nico Fury.
The two stopped at the same time and looked at where the bodyguards appeared again.
"Okay, you're on this time." Matt made a gesture of invitation.
John walked towards the man in leather clothes at the door. He took out a piece of paper and read it.
"A206, second floor, Hell Paradise Bar." John read out the address above and asked, "Is Simon at home?"
"Who are you?" The man in leather clothes raised his head, his eyes full of ferocity and malice.
John smiled and said: "Tell him..."
His voice became lower, and after letting the man come closer, he whispered:
"The Night Stalker is coming."
...
"You don't want to smell it. The smell is more pungent than industrial cosmetics." Matt frowned and said, "There are some guys who sometimes can't hold their backs."
"Stop it!" Fudge said he knew, he already wanted to vomit.
While the two of them were talking, John started walking around in this small law firm.
He picked up the document that Fudge was scratching his head about just now, glanced at it, and suddenly said: "You didn't appear there by coincidence, right?"
Matt and Fudge stopped talking, and Fudge shouted, "Hey, don't touch that thing."
John put down the document and turned to stare at Matt, "It seems that you are a lawyer with a sense of justice."
Matt was silent for a while and explained: "Simon not only accepts women who want to survive, he also abducts women from civilians and forcibly stamps them with a certificate of bliss."
"Those women cannot resist, even if they are insulted, the judge will classify them into the ranks of those women who are willing to fall because of the proof of bliss."
This is Hell's Kitchen, and even the judges have to follow some rules.
A client of the law firm was given a certificate of bliss, which meant that she was only compensated for being insulted.
Matt's justice makes him prepare to destroy the Hells Angels bar to liberate those poor people.
He was also checking out the spot today and found John, the 'lamb' who had thrown himself into a trap.
"You mean Tracy?" Fudge heard Matt's words and he disagreed, "The judge has already dismissed us in that case."
"So they are even more arrogant." The guide stick in Matt's hand fell heavily. He held the stick tightly, feeling uneasy inside. "There is a new case, isn't it?"
Fudge put his hands in his pockets and fell silent.
He had just been dealing with a new Bliss Proof case. Using the same technique, the Bliss Proof that was forcibly branded easily captured the girl's innocence.
"We are just lawyers, there are some things we can't change." Fudge sighed, "We are not police, let alone Iron Man, Matt."
"Maybe the police can't control it?" John's voice sounded.
Only then did Fudge notice that John had already sat down in his seat.
Just as he was about to speak, John picked up a document at random and read it.
"It's no secret that Simon clearly offers those people a reason they can't refuse."
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "After all, money is a good thing."
"You've finished your coffee." Matt stood up and prepared to see the guest off, "I'll take you out of here."
"No," John said without any intention of getting up, "Are you a lawyer?"
"It just so happens that I have a little trouble. If you can handle it for me, I wouldn't mind paying a considerable commission to solve your urgent need."
John said meaningfully: "It's a considerable sum."
Fudge wanted to refuse, but if they continued to litigate on behalf of those poor people, they might not even be able to afford plaice.
...
Jack was still at the door, but this time his face was full of confusion.
"Matt, you're going to cost me my job."
Matt, the lawyer who had helped Jack's sister, looked back at John behind him. He sighed, "Be accommodating, Jack. I'll get a child support for your sister. Do you remember?"
"Of course I remember." Jack hesitated. His boss Simon was a ruthless man and could kill him at any time.
It's not worth it no matter how you look at it, to hook yourself up for a favor.
Seeing that Jack wouldn't let go, Matt had no choice but to turn around and come to John and said, "As you see, we can't get in except for the Bliss Certificate, which only has their acquaintance and membership card."
"I think I can handle that, Mr. Lawyer."
John passed by Matt and came to Jack. The distance between the two was uncomfortable.
Jack subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his steps stopped.
John held a bundle of green banknotes worth no less than 2000 US dollars in his hand.
"I think you can close your eyes for half a minute. It's not a big deal. I just want to go in and have a look."
He smiled, harmless enough to see no danger.
There was an irresistible offer in his voice, "You make thousands of dollars a month, don't you want to earn more?"
"No one will ever know."
He is the devil, whispering of corruption.
The loyal security guard was shaken in his heart. In this place, his tendons could only be used to guard the door.
In an area where almost everyone has a human decontaminator, this is considered the safest job.
Thinking of the TV that just broke at home.
He still couldn't hold it back, reached out and took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.
A smile appeared on John's lips, and he said to Matt, "I think we can 'accidentally' get in there."
Jack closed his eyes and pretended not to see anything. Just as the other security guard was about to speak, John directly stuffed a bundle of money into his mouth.
Matt had never thought of this method.
After all, as a not-so-rich lawyer, he really doesn't have such saucy tricks.
As for John, if it can be solved with money, there is no need to take action.
...
Walking into the bar, there is noisy and noisy music, accompanied by a vague and melodious sound.
Those who covet extreme happiness cannot wait any longer.
It's a pity that of the two people who came in, one was blind and the other had no such ideas at all.
They went inside.
The deep corridor leads deeper, open the door.
The bombarding music seems to penetrate the eardrums and destroy the brain.
Matt's eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the explosion, and he stretched out his hand to touch his ears.
It's not friendly to people with sensitive hearing.
John glanced at him and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay. I'm even more curious about the reason why you came in." Matt was confused about this lamb who almost became the Bliss Proof. "This has nothing to do with you being questioned by the FBI."
"There are relationships."
Even under the loud music, the conversation between the two was in a low voice.
"Because the bastard who blew up my car had his employer here."
John's eyes swept across the bar with excessive neon lights. On the lively dance floor, men and women vented their excessive desires, twisting their bodies as if they were electrified.
They don't need any dance steps, just follow their instincts.
There is a second floor in the bar, and the stairs are guarded by bodyguards.
These people are different from the security guards who work outside. They are genuine gang members.
"Okay, show me your money, employer." Matt also noticed the group of people.
A blind person is more sensitive than a sighted person.
He was eager to try out his money-making abilities.
John didn't refuse, taking out a bundle of bills from his seemingly inexhaustible pocket and placing it in Matt's hand.
Matt walked over sanctimoniously.
Not knowing what was said, John saw Matt being grabbed by the collar.
John shook his head helplessly and walked over there, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but can you put my friend down?"
The bodyguard stared at John and said word by word: "Get out of here."
Matt's muscles were tense, ready to take these guys down at any moment.
As a lawyer, it’s normal to exercise occasionally and have the ability to defeat this group of people, right?
The arrogant bodyguard didn't make John too angry, he just looked at the bodyguard.
His reddish-brown eyes became deep, and he slipped the wand off his sleeve and waved it gently.
Confusion spell.
"I think you should have been notified to let me go up." John said firmly.
The bodyguard looked dazed for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then said to himself: "It seems like this."
Matt was put down and he straightened his collar, but his heart was full of questions.
The sudden change in attitude is confusing.
John patted Matt on the shoulder and chuckled: "When you come out to hang out, you have to talk about power and background."
Matt's inner doubts grew, but he didn't show it.
The employer in front of me is becoming more and more mysterious.
From the time they appeared until now, they only knew each other by their first names.
But John brought him to this kind of dragon's den, as if he knew he had the ability to protect him.
Walking up the stairs, this place looks like heaven compared to the one below.
A hell of carnival and a paradise of tranquility.
This is where Hell and Heaven come from.
Matt's ears moved, and he heard the sound of exchanges in several rooms on the second floor.
"How long have you been like this?" John asked casually as he walked.
Matt shrugged, "When I was a kid, I was blinded by radioactive materials in an accident, but when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you."
"That's it," John nodded, and he said how could a blind man be as dangerous as Nico Fury.
The two stopped at the same time and looked at where the bodyguards appeared again.
"Okay, you're on this time." Matt made a gesture of invitation.
John walked towards the man in leather clothes at the door. He took out a piece of paper and read it.
"A206, second floor, Hell Paradise Bar." John read out the address above and asked, "Is Simon at home?"
"Who are you?" The man in leather clothes raised his head, his eyes full of ferocity and malice.
John smiled and said: "Tell him..."
His voice became lower, and after letting the man come closer, he whispered:
"The Night Stalker is coming."
...
