Shadow Empire

Chapter 1079 Unusual
“Ethan, you know him, my brother. He’s run into some trouble and is at the police station now…”

Attorney Robben interrupted him, "Mr. Lance, I'd like to ask, did Mr. Ethan harm someone, or... were some things he did in the past unearthed?"

This is something that needs to be clarified first, as it relates to different defense strategies.

Attorney Robben is a highly professional lawyer who specializes in criminal defense for gangsters, and he understands the difference between the two situations very well.

If you are about to hurt someone, you should consider finding a solution from the conflict itself, such as creating some potential verbal conflicts before the harm occurs.

Then it was proven that Ethan was a person with some mental problems, prone to impulsivity and paranoia. With these three superimposed states in court, even if he killed someone today, he would most likely only get a prison sentence of twenty or thirty years.

As for how to prove that he has mental problems or delusions?
Please, this is the Federation. As long as you have money, there are no problems.

As for the second option, one must consider how long ago the incident occurred, where it happened, whether there are any loopholes in local laws regarding this type of case, and how to quickly obtain the understanding of the victim's family.

Then find some people to stand up and say that Mr. Ethan is a very gentle man, helpful, friendly to everyone, loves small animals, has made charitable donations, and often goes to church.

Next, choose a state with appropriate criminal laws, try to get the case sentenced to less than ten years, then serve three years in prison, and with some maneuvering, you can get him released.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, followed by a number that kept flashing. However, he didn't wait for the scrolling number to stop; it wasn't the right time yet.

Just as he was bracing himself for a "heartbreaking" message from Lance, Lance gave him an answer that almost made him doubt he had misheard.

“He was attacked, he fought back, and was injured.”

“I’m worried that there might be other follow-up issues, so I need your legal assistance to help him obtain his rights and hold the other party accountable.”

After a long pause, Attorney Robben cautiously asked, "You mean... he was the one who got beaten?"

Lance chuckled twice, seemingly lost in thought. “Your grammar teacher must be an excellent person; your understanding is flawless.”

Attorney Robben put down his pen, which he was about to use to record clues about the case. He was a little disappointed. "If it was an attack, I can ask my friend to go and take a look."

"So much the better!"

Lance paused for a moment after speaking, then asked, "Have you considered developing in New Gold City?"

"I heard that your business hasn't been doing well lately, and you've only been involved in minor lawsuits, not even a divorce case."

Lance's teasing made Robben a little embarrassed, and he retorted, "Divorce cases aren't so easy to win!"

Of course, there's nothing wrong with saying that. The most profitable cases in the federal government are divorce cases and corporate cases, especially divorce cases involving the wealthy. It's possible that both spouses are losers, and only the lawyers are winners.

These types of lawsuits have relatively strict requirements for lawyers' "track record," and the wealthier the person, the more they value these records.

Lawyer Robben has no record of divorce cases, so wealthy people don't choose him. Moreover, his reputation isn't good, and those wealthy people are worried that by filing a divorce case, the mob will find out how much money they have and they will become the next victims.

He could only handle minor cases that weren't particularly high-profile, and after a job was settled, he would only earn a couple hundred yuan, or even just a few dozen yuan.

Judging from his monthly income, he earns much more than the average person, but from the perspective of a top lawyer in the industry, he is now almost broke.

Perhaps all that's left for him now is his fragile self-esteem.

"This is a suggestion. Actually, I trust you more than anyone else."

Attorney Robben pondered for a moment, "Are you planning to settle down in Golden State?"

"The word 'put down roots' is not quite right. I personally prefer 'conquer.' Of course, saying it like that is a bit too aggressive, but we really do need to start our business here."

"We'll definitely need to deal with the police and even the FBI frequently, so we need a lawyer who has enough experience in this area and whom we can trust."

"Come over here. Whether it's payment per case or we can discuss a salary plus commission, it's fine."

Robben knew that Lance was very rich, so he wasn't worried that Lance couldn't afford it. However, he still had some concerns: "I have some people in the Department of Justice with whom I don't get along very well. If I go there, I might not be able to make much of a difference."

"Actually, you should have heard or found out from other sources that I came to Likalai from Golden State, and it was because of those people that I had a hard time surviving."

“Some justices in the Department of Justice have a huge influence on judicial procedures and outcomes. Sometimes even if I win in court, the final result can be terrible.”

After listening, Lance laughed and said, "These are not problems, Robben."

"Don't forget, we also have influence in Congress, and as for the Department of Justice, that's even less of a problem."

"If they are willing to follow the rules, then we will follow the rules."

“If they don’t follow the rules, we won’t follow the rules either.”

When are you coming?

Hearing this, Attorney Robben was already tempted, after all, it was Golden State, the new Golden City, the heart of the federal government.

No matter how well he does in Likale, in people's minds he's nothing more than a clown lawyer from the barbaric south.

Only by doing exceptionally well in the new gold market can one become an unmissable beacon in the legal profession!
“If you can influence the Department of Justice, I can come over anytime.”

He has already stated that one should always give it their all while they still have the drive.

Last time he was driven out by those people, this time might be his chance to fight back!

"Then come over."

"Take the next boat, I'll wait for you here."

"By the way, leave me your friend's phone number so I can contact him first."

Without further ado, Attorney Robben immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll be right there. Write down my phone number..."

After hanging up, Lance called the number provided by Attorney Robben. It was a law firm's number. "I'm looking for Attorney Gao."

The call was quickly transferred to the office of the lawyer, Gao Ge. Lance explained his purpose: "Attorney Robben gave me this number, saying you could provide me with some legal assistance."

“Robben?” Attorney Gao was clearly surprised by the name. “My goodness, I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

"So, how should I address you?"

“Lance, Lance White.”

"Wait, I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before. Let me think!"

Lance didn't give him time to recall. "My men were attacked and are now at the police station. I need a lawyer. Perhaps you could try to recall them after we meet?"

Gao Ge immediately realized this wasn't a chat. "Sorry, I felt a little off after hearing that name. Shall we meet at the police station entrance?"

"it is good……"

After hanging up the phone, Lance left the room and went to the lobby.

People who were chatting, watching TV, or doing other things in the lobby immediately put down what they were doing and stood up.

Lance's gaze lingered on Allen, who had performed exceptionally well in Indenor State and had been promoted to a leadership position.

"You, take your men, bring your weapons, and come with me."

Allen nodded. "How many people do you need to bring?"

Lance thought for a moment, “Four cars, including the drivers, and twenty people.”

This consisted of about two combat captains and their men. Although Allen was somewhat surprised as to why they had brought so many people, he didn't ask any further questions and simply made arrangements immediately.

There is a large area behind the manor. Normally, the ordinary team members are in other rooms or other parts of the manor. With just one phone call, they drive to the main building.

With two cars in front and two behind, they sandwiched Lance's armored car in the middle and drove towards the police station.

"Why did you bring so many people?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mador asked curiously. He didn't quite understand. Although there were usually several cars following them, there were generally only two or three people in each car.

Today's formation is clearly "full", which is obviously not right, and Lance even made them all carry weapons.

“I have a feeling!” Lance pulled out his yellowed ivory cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and lit it. “There’s some force working on us.” “It’s better to be cautious than careless at this time.”

Mador was even more confused, "Then why did we come out?"

Lance looked at the street scene outside. "We need to make them realize that their plan has succeeded, right?"

"Otherwise, it will become even more troublesome when their brains are upgraded next time."

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

The convoy quickly arrived at the police station, where Lance met Attorney Gogg, a tall, thin middle-aged man who immediately went to greet Lance's convoy.

After hanging up the phone, he remembered who Lance was and immediately realized that he might be a big client, so he became very proactive.

“Mr. White!” As soon as Lance got out of the car, he took the initiative to come over and show his respect to Lance.

Lance reached out and shook his hand. "I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip. Actually, I'm not quite sure what happened either."

He shared the limited information he had with lawyer Gao Ge, and together they headed toward the police station.

After listening to Lance's description, Attorney Gogg said, "If that's all there is to it, then whatever Mr. Ethan did, I can assure him that he is innocent."

"If he hurts someone in the retaliation, he can be released immediately by posting some bail, and I will take care of the subsequent court proceedings."

The group entered the police station together. Lance asked the officers at the front desk, and they then led him to a room upstairs.

Ethan sat in a chair, with two nurses stitching up his wound; there was a very noticeable gash on his head.

From Lancet's perspective, you can see that the epidermis has been turned inside out, revealing the bright red tissue inside.

This is tissue that has been cleaned, so it is particularly bright red and still retains a high degree of vitality.

This also makes the stitching process slightly different, requiring the sutures to be pulled a bit to ensure a proper fit.

Ethan was able to endure the process without anesthesia.

He tried to stand up when he saw Lance arrive, but Lance quickly raised his hand to stop him. "Only one injury?"

Ethan grinned and said, "Several places, but this one is the worst."

Lance nodded. "How are they?"

"I don't know. I knocked down several of them, and the rest were arrested by the patrol officers who arrived at the scene."

There was almost no information. Lance nodded, and just as he was about to say something, the door to the room was pushed open, and the police chief walked in from outside.

His gaze remained fixed on Lance.

When he heard that Lance had come here, he felt a little...annoyed. He seemed to have a bit of a reaction to Lance.

He immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over.

After confirming it was Lance, he glanced at Ethan and, seeing the wound on his forehead, said, "I don't know if you and this boxer are friends."

Lance turned and stood up. "There are many things you don't know."

He didn't give the police chief any face, nor did he need to. From their previous interactions, he could tell that this guy wasn't on his side and wasn't affiliated with him.

Lance's words left the police chief speechless. He stared at Lance for a moment, then said, "Someone will come to meet you in a bit. I've already looked at this case. This boxer is the victim. He can leave after we've finished questioning him."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ethan again, then turned and left. He didn't want to be in the same room as Lance; he felt uncomfortable.

Lance frowned. He had initially thought it was a trap, a snare, but it seemed... like it really was just a sudden accident?

He doesn't think so, there must be something wrong.

After the police chief left, his attention returned to Ethan. "Who attacked you?"

Why did they attack you?

Ethan kept shaking his head. "I don't know. Apart from training at the gym and fighting in the ring, I don't have any social activities and I haven't offended anyone."

"They didn't tell me why they attacked me."

Lance looked at Attorney Gogg, "Help me ask around. I want to know why my brother was attacked."

Gao Ge immediately agreed, "No problem, it's very simple, I'll be back soon."

In New Gold City, every lawyer from a law firm with even a little bit of reputation has their own people in the police station.

This is almost one of the essential elements for a law firm; without someone at the police station, they become very passive, regardless of the case.

The federal law enforcement agencies have just expanded by adding the Federal Bureau of Investigation; before that, police departments were basically in charge.

To learn the specifics of certain cases, they must obtain information from insiders.

In some well-known cases where procedural issues led to the acquittal of suspects, all of these stemmed from procedural errors within the police force.

The fact that police officers who may have handled hundreds of cases could make a mistake that even a rookie wouldn't make in a very important case is because of the efforts of these lawyers.

Gao Ge also had his own connections here, and he returned from outside very quickly, just as he had said when he left, without taking too long.

“I asked them, and they said Ethan made them lose money in the last match, so they wanted to teach Ethan a lesson.”

“Some lessons?” Lance found what he thought were the key words in the sentence, but it was clear that these were not the words of Attorney Gogg.

He felt that Lance should focus on the "game" and "losing money," rather than giving Ethan a "lesson."

But the rich are God, he nodded, "Yes, they want to teach Ethan a lesson."

Lance's gaze fell on Ethan's injuries. "If Ethan weren't so good at fighting and so tough, this might have been a much bigger lesson."

"If your arm is broken, even if it's set, will it affect your future career?"

Ethan nodded, which made the nurse scream, "We're stitching you up, you can't move!"

Ethan said "sorry" and then continued to answer Lance's question, "If my hand were broken, my career would most likely be over, including if I had a skull fracture."

Even after a skull fracture heals, there are still certain risks involved, so it's best to retire from the profession.

Some people continue to fight in the ring despite being injured, but these people often turn to blue-collar or lower-level matches with less intensity, rather than heavyweight matches.

If they succeed, it will be devastating for Ethan and his career.

Lance nodded, then looked at Attorney Gogg. "Could you please take a look at their situation? I'd like to speak with them about the attack."

Attorney Gogg's lips moved slightly. He knew what Lance meant; Lance was definitely going to retaliate. That's how these gangsters always did things.

If you hurt me, I will retaliate tenfold, and then a bloody battle will begin, resulting in injuries and the disappearance of some.

He took a deep breath. "I'll go and find out right away."

Soon the police arrived and conducted a routine questioning. After obtaining Ethan's testimony, they let Ethan leave, just as the police chief had said.

At the police station entrance, Lance received the individuals' personal information from Gog. Seeing Gog's hesitant expression, Lance handed him a check and asked, "Is there anything you can't say?"

Gao Ge glanced at the check in his hand that read five hundred dollars, which was beyond his expectations.

He was only here for about forty minutes, and according to his pricing, it should cost him at most three hundred yuan.

But Lance gave him five hundred dollars directly.

For the sake of money and respect, he said softly, "I heard from my friends that these people might be from the Perez family."

(End of this chapter)