pjbooks Chapter 61 Face, or Woman?
Chapter 61 Face, or Woman?
"You want to take Cao Yang's case?"
Meng Jiang was taken aback at first, and the anger in his eyes was somewhat dissipated by Wu Liang's sudden action.
Wu Liang shrugged.
"Looks like someone's eager to kill him, but I'm the kind of person who loves to trip people up."
Zhang Ze stared at Wu Liang.
"Attorney Wu, let's make this clear. In a case like Cao Yang's, once you're in jail, people outside might not know who you're helping."
Wu Liang knew, of course, that although the mainstream media had not disclosed much about Cao Yang's case due to the police blockade, the gunshot that rang out in the hospital had already been widely circulated through the comment sections of various platforms.
Applying to be his defense lawyer at this point is like throwing firecrackers in a public toilet.
Not only will it incite public outrage, but it will also easily leave you with a foul smell.
Yuanda Law Firm had just gained some fame through the Zhou Hai and Ni Dayong cases. If Wu Liang were to ask for money at this time, no one would care whether he was investigating the case or not. It would be considered a sign of high social morality if the law firm's windows didn't shatter into pieces.
Ni Dayong committed murder, yet there's still a lot of trivial details to tell behind the scenes.
But Cao Yang is a ruthless bandit. Just the fact that he broke into a house to kill someone and attacked the police with a gun is enough to make him die eight hundred times over.
Not to mention, Fang Lue and Li Mu almost died at this guy's hands.
For both emotional and rational reasons, Wu Liang wished he could send this guy to the execution ground as soon as possible, but this guy's life was stuck at the crucial point of everything. If he were to go to see the King of Hell smoothly, the big fish behind the scenes would never be caught.
"Let's not beat around the bush, Captain Meng. You and I both know this guy can't die now."
Wu Liang flexed his wrists and picked up his briefcase from the table.
"Since someone wants to solve the problem with a program, then we'll use a program to the end."
Looking at Wu Liang's confident smile, Meng Jiang's earlier gloom gradually faded away.
He slammed the documents on the table.
"Alright! Since we're going to use a program, let's follow the program!"
Zhang Ze also perked up, and the faint drowsiness instantly vanished.
"I'm going to the Justice Bureau to complete the formalities! It's a meeting between a lawyer and a suspect in a major criminal case. Anyone who dares to obstruct me, I'll strip them of their uniform and drag them out!"
You're talking about procedures, right?
Let's all speak!
"Captain Meng, pull up the case file for Cao Yang's intentional injury case so I can take a look."
Wu Liang suddenly interjected, and everyone looked at him.
"If this guy is willing to die for someone, he probably didn't just appear recently, and the debt of gratitude he's received wouldn't be that heavy. If we want to find a breakthrough, we need to investigate where he first risked his life."
"I'll go and adjust it."
Li Mu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up, looking at Wu Liang with a firm gaze.
"Attorney Wu, although this guy shot me, you're right, he can't die now."
Wu Liang grinned as he looked at Li Mu's expression.
"Don't worry, even if he dies, I'll make sure he dies knowing why."
Everyone nodded and got up to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Wu Liang suddenly spoke.
Everyone was puzzled.
"Hey, don't spread what I said today..."
……
Meeting room.
Cao Yang sat on the iron chair, his arms still wrapped in gauze, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids when he heard the door open.
Wu Liang walked in and sat down opposite him, placing his lawyer's license on the table.
"Wu Liang, Yuanda Law Firm."
"Get out, I don't need a lawyer."
Cao Yang snorted coldly, his eyes still closed.
Wu Liang ignored him and took out the case files that Li Mu had found for him from his briefcase.
Before he arrived, he had no intention of starting directly with the 9/15 Project, as that would only lead to a dead end. It would be better to find some loopholes that no one would notice.
The cause was simple: it was described as "picking quarrels and provoking trouble."
The victim, Wang Zhibiao, verbally provoked Cao Yang, who then beat him with a blunt instrument, causing him to suffer serious injuries (level two). After the incident, Cao Yang did not flee the scene, truthfully confessed, compensated Cao Yang, and obtained his forgiveness.
It was so clean that even the police officers handling the case didn't bother to write more than a couple of lines when they were writing their reports.
But Wu Liang's attention was focused on the location and time of the incident.
It was 1:40 a.m. in the back alley of Jinwan Bath Center.
Wu Liang looked up and glanced at Cao Yang.
Cao Yang remained slumped in his chair, seemingly half-dead, not bothering to utter a single word.
"Wang Zhibiao, nicknamed Wang Scarface."
Wu Liang spoke directly.
"He worked as a bouncer at the Jinwan Bath Center. Before the incident, he had two records of disorderly conduct and one record of forced transaction, all of which were eventually mediated."
Outside the meeting room, the on-duty police officer glanced through the glass.
Cao Yang didn't react much, and even gave a disdainful smirk.
"The judgment states that he was guilty of 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'."
Wu Liang pushed the paper forward.
"But I'm a little curious. You haven't been back from the army for long, and someone like Wang Zhibiao shouldn't be in your circle."
"You went to Jinwan Bathhouse, but since you didn't drink, were you there to take a bath, or to find someone?"
Cao Yang finally spoke.
"Are lawyers all that free?"
"Making money is nothing to be ashamed of."
Wu Liang turned a page, ignoring Cao Yang's contempt.
"Wang Zhibiao had three ribs broken, his spleen ruptured, and his left eye vision impaired. But I think you were quite steady in your attack; you didn't smash it on the head, otherwise you would have been killed back then, and you wouldn't be able to do such a shocking thing now."
Cao Yang opened his eyes, his gaze turning sinister.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Don't be angry. I already told you I'm a lawyer, and I'm here to help you."
Wu Liang smiled.
"I just think that if a soldier really lost control, he wouldn't just beat someone to the point of serious injury level two."
"He's just lucky to be alive!"
Cao Yang turned his head away and refused to look at Wu Liang.
People are always most wary of "why," especially someone like Cao Yang.
"But you didn't run away after the incident," Wu Liang said. "When the police arrived, you were sitting on the steps at the alley entrance, with the blunt weapon beside you. The statement said you cooperated with the arrest, there were no signs of alcohol, and you were calm."
Cao Yang scoffed.
"My confession, does it bother you?"
"Pleading guilty is no big deal."
Wu Liang looked up.
"I just want to know, what could possibly make a man who's just been discharged from the military willing to risk the rest of his life just to beat a thug into the ICU while he's still conscious?"
When a man fights while sober, he can't escape these few things.
Money, women, face.
"Is it because of saving face, or...?"
Wu Liang's voice is persuasive and, with the added power of "a voice as solid as a rock," it resonates deeply with listeners.
At this moment, he deliberately slowed down his speech, separated the two words, and focused all his attention on observing Cao Yang's condition.
"woman?"
The moment those two words were uttered, Cao Yang's eyes twitched.
The amplitude was so slight that it was almost imperceptible.
Wu Liang smiled slightly.
Facial expressions can be trained, but muscle reaction is always the most effective way to strike a chord with the soul.
This is especially true when the question doesn't point to a crime, but rather to a scene in one's memory.
This often sets the stage for an outcome that is beyond the control of the person being questioned.