Han Meng pondered deeply on the court for a long time. Finally he turned around and walked towards the outside of the court. Just as he exited the main doors, the warm and intense sunlight made him somewhat unable to open his eyes.
Having stayed in the sunless Black Prison for so long, Han Meng's eyes were momentarily unable to adapt to the sunlight. With one hand blocking the light, he narrowed his eyes and looked around...
At this moment outside the court, a crowd of people had already gathered. Seeing Han Meng coming out wearing a prison uniform, they simultaneously erupted with warm applause, seemingly cheering for the victory of justice and truth.
Han Meng's gaze landed on the newspapers in their hands. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke:
"Hello, could you lend it to me to take a look?"
"Of course no problem! Chief Han Meng!"
The passerby handed the newspaper to Han Meng. After Han Meng flipped open the first page, his gaze was locked onto a line of massive headlines——
"The Black-Clothed Enforcer of a Chaotic Era —— 'Criminal' Han Meng"
Han Meng was slightly startled. His gaze swiftly swept over the text below once. This article detailedly described the matters when he was serving in District Three, including but not limited to eradicating underground trades, purging internal Law Enforcers of District Three, fighting against a Fifth-Tier Calamity alone across tiers, challenging Aurora City to protect the District Three Survivors, and even dug out the deed of him executing the nephew of the Stars Chamber of Commerce's president in his early years, so much so that he was not tolerated by Aurora City and exiled himself to District Three...
It was also precisely such an article filled with a sense of sarcasm, that mobilized the emotions of a large batch of citizens, making them spontaneously come to pay attention to this verdict, invisibly bringing the pressure of public opinion to the Court of Judgment.
Han Meng's brows unconsciously furrowed. The article itself actually didn't have any problems, all the contents were true,
But the crucial point lied in that the content it covered was too detailed and comprehensive... It was simply as if the person had personally experienced everything.
The doubt in his heart became increasingly dense. His gaze landed on the not-so-conspicuous author's name before the article.
"Lin Yan..." Han Meng murmured this name,
"Lin... Yan?"
...
The cold wind was like a knife, coldly sliding past Zhao Yi's face.
He lowered his head, his figure swiftly passing through the Alleyway. Inside the pocket of his gray cotton coat, his hand tightly gripped a Short Blade stained with mud, his palm already full of sweat.
Although Han Meng was ultimately released without guilt, that traitor Old Man Ding was not caught, but instead directly fled out of the court in terror... Zhao Yi naturally wouldn't let him off so easily, he must give the other party some lessons.
"Damn it... Where did he go?"
Zhao Yi walked to a fork in the road. There were no traces of pedestrians in any direction. He frowned and cursed inwardly.
Just as Zhao Yi was conflicted, deep in the Alleyway far away, Old Man Ding's terrified voice suddenly rang out:
"[Six of Spades]... he is [Six of Spades]!! Don't kill me... don't kill me!!"
Zhao Yi's eyes lit up, immediately chasing over following the voice.
At this moment, two Alleyways away, Old Man Ding staggered in the cold wind. His two hands constantly grabbed his dirty and messy hair, looking at the empty air before his eyes, his eyes filled with endless terror.
"You are [Six of Spades]... no... he is [Six of Spades]!"
"I don't eat Playing Cards... I really don't eat Playing Cards!"
"You are [Six of Spades]! You still want to deceive me!! Fang Lichang! I... I... please let me go... I don't want to die ah!!"
"Ghost! You are a ghost!! All are ghosts!!"
"..."
A high degree of nervous tension for two consecutive days, coupled with continuous fear stimulation, after a long period of numbness and sluggishness, a massive amount of fear was stuffed into his brain all at once, thoroughly breaking through his thinking... Under this silent, inhuman torture, Old Man Ding had gone completely mad.
He screamed having lost his voice, running wildly without purpose between Alleyways one after another, as if something was chasing him, scarlet blood streaks covering his eyes.
Just as he was about to turn into yet another Alleyway, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
That was a young man draped in a brown overcoat, silver half-frame glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The slender glasses chain swayed slightly in the cold wind. His indifferent gaze looked down at the short and small figure staggering over...
Old Man Ding crashed headfirst into his chest. Like hitting steel, he fell on his buttocks onto the ground.
"[Six of Spades]... don't kill me!! Don't kill me!!!" Old Man Ding looked hollowly at Chen Ling, screaming loudly.
Chen Ling just quietly looked at him like this. After a moment, his palm slowly stretched out from his pocket... A pitch-black, ice-cold Handgun pressed against Old Man Ding's forehead.
The insane Old Man Ding no longer had the reaction a normal person should have. He only constantly repeated that sentence, begging [Six of Spades] not to kill him, like a squirming and ugly maggot.
"The effect of the Performance is quite good." Chen Ling's lips slowly parted,
"Congratulations On Wrapping Up."
Bang——!
The firelight burst forth from the muzzle in an instant. A bullet instantly pierced through Old Man Ding's skull, blood-colored bouquets splashing onto the surface of the brown overcoat. As Old Man Ding collapsed stiffly and numbly onto the ground, a pool of blood silently spread within the Alleyway.
At the same time, a figure wearing a gray cotton coat hurriedly turned the corner. After his gaze swept over here, his whole person stood blankly on the spot.
A wisp of green smoke floated up from the pitch-black muzzle. Before that blood-stained brown overcoat, Old Man Ding's corpse was already lying in the pool of blood, his facial features sinister like a terrifying demon...
"You..." Zhao Yi looked at the expressionless Chen Ling, his face full of horror.
He absolutely didn't expect that other than himself, there was actually someone else who wanted to kill Old Man Ding, and it was even under the broad daylight, shooting the other party dead?
That face Zhao Yi naturally remembered. Just a few minutes ago, they were still sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in the spectator seats. It was just that the reporter Lin Yan left earlier than himself... Could it be that he left early, just for the sake of coming to kill Old Man Ding??
But... but why did he want to do this?
A burst of cold wind brushed past the Alleyway. On both sides of the bloody corpse, two figures faced each other, dead silent without sound.
Chen Ling also didn't expect that Zhao Yi would appear here at this time. However, looking at the other party's appearance, he could roughly guess Zhao Yi's purpose... This kid, after killing someone once, his courage had instead become bigger and bigger.
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and swept a glance at the other party. Retracting the Handgun back into his pocket, he unhurriedly turned the fork in the road and left just like this.
"You wait!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yi immediately stepped over Old Man Ding's corpse, hurriedly following up.
But when he turned the corner, within the scope his gaze could reach, there was no longer that reporter's figure...