What's wrong with this lawyer?!

For Wen Weilin, today was a special day.

When Huang Licheng's case was reopened, Wen Weilin couldn't imagine that he'd someday treat Tang Fangjing to a meal as a fan...

Yes, that's right, Wen Weilin was the one paying for today's meal.

Thinking about it, it was truly a twisted fate, but there was no other way, what with all that had happened. If he stayed on as a judge, there certainly wouldn't be any good days ahead.

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Not to mention, the resignation rate among judges and prosecutors isn't low. Why? Because after gathering contacts and experience, it's more lucrative to work as a lawyer!

Some courts are even jokingly referred to as lawyer training grounds, simply because so many judges resign from there...

Those former judges, just by telling clients about their past roles, the clients, upon realizing they were judges, naturally believe they understand the law better than other lawyers. No problem there, they definitely pick them.

Then their income explodes, and they can spend that money however they want, without anyone gossiping about it.

Anyway, Wen Weilin had already made up his mind; he'd become an influencer for two years after resigning, and once that time passed, he would join Tengda as a lawyer, then continue to be an influencer while practicing law. Perfect.

As long as he stuck with Tang Fangjing, he'd never be short on attention.

While mulling over this, Wen Weilin left his home. He was hosting a dinner today in a rather upscale restaurant in Changlu County, wanting to show his sincerity to Lawyer Tang.

Meanwhile, Old Tang was also getting ready to head out. Today was just another ordinary day for him. Had he not been interested in "Wen's Offerings," he'd have returned to Jingzhou long ago.

The High Court hadn't made any move, and he was considering whether to push them a bit. After all, if they deemed the appeals unworthy, they should just say so, and he could move on to the Supreme Court.

He hailed a cab downstairs and arrived at the restaurant. Looking up at it, Old Tang could see it really was classy by Changlu County's standards; this "Wen's Offerings" certainly had some ideas.

Old Tang was never afraid of people with ideas; it's good to have ideas, even better to have ambition!

After entering and giving his name, a waiter quickly led him to a private room. Old Tang had no idea that as soon as he stepped downstairs, someone had been watching him.

That spectator was naturally Ding Deshui. His son had been sent to the hospital yesterday, but the hospitals in Changlu County could only make preliminary diagnoses, suggesting that he suffered a sudden, severe psychological trauma that left him slightly deranged.

Such cases weren't uncommon, but further diagnosis required transfer to a specialized mental illness hospital.

To Ding Deshui, it seemed as though his once peaceful home was destroyed in an instant. With him in this state and his son's mental health compromised, he no longer wanted to live.

But if he couldn't live, he definitely couldn't let Tang Fangjing live either. So, the previous night, Ding had already taken the homemade shotgun from the basement, along with four bullets, all stashed away long ago.

In their impoverished area, many families kept a couple of guns; it was only in recent years, following intense campaigns, that many have relinquished their firearms.

But Ding Deshui was different; he simply would not surrender his, without reason – just refused. Little did he expect that they would be of use today.

The gun was a double-barreled type that could fire two shots of buckshot, spreading a wide blast upon firing.

However, Ding Deshui didn't just want to shoot Tang Fangjing dead; that would be too easy for him.

He not only wanted to kill Tang Fangjing but also aimed to ruin his so-called reputation of "fearlessness."

Ding Deshui simply couldn't believe that anyone in this world wasn't afraid of death.

Even when he learned of his own terminal liver cancer, he had completely broken down. Watching oneself dying was unbearable for anyone.

Though he told his wife it was all fate, he'd still bash his head against the wall and cry uncontrollably at night.

Hence, he intended to let everyone know that Tang Fangjing was afraid of dying, too!

Previous incidents were just good luck; what did brandishing a knife prove? A stab doesn't guarantee a kill.

And as for surviving being run over by a dump truck, that too was just luck – afterwards, it was easy to pretend to be fearless.

Ding Deshui kept replaying it in his mind, finding reasons for each of Tang Fangjing's encounters, and came to the conclusion that he must fear death.

He had learned from Lawyer Zhou that Tang Fangjing would be in Changlu County. After the settlement in Lincheng, Old Tang had mentioned he had business in Changlu County.

Waiting here was a gamble for Ding Deshui, who knew Tang had previously stayed in this hotel when in Changlu County. So, he had been there since early morning, guess proved right.

Yet he didn't attack immediately; it was still early, and there were few people around.

Following Tang Fangjing to Yihe Restaurant and confirming he was dining there, Ding Deshui drove back home, then took out the gun he had been preparing.

But as the moment of action approached, Ding Deshui became scared again. Many boast about not fearing death, but when it comes to committing such acts, fear inevitably creeps in.

After fiercely downing two cups of liquor, Ding Deshui finally gained the courage. He wrapped the gun in cloth and tucked it into a bag. The barrel was sawed off, making it convenient to carry.