Chapter 152: What Does International Friendship Mean? Falling Backward
In the Ming Country's Imperial Academy, many subjects were preserved, including the fundamental discipline of Legalism.
Legalism can also be further divided and split into three parts.
One part understands the law, another part applies the law, and another part manages the law.
Some Legalist practitioners choose to work independently, and in modern times, this profession is called a lawyer.
In ancient times, they were called litigation counselors, but there was also a derogatory term for them - lawsuit tricksters.
Calling them lawsuit tricksters wouldn't be an exaggeration. Some lawyers uphold justice, while others distort right and wrong, all in the service of their clients.
Involving the people from the Ming Country, even if Bai Wei didn't hire a lawyer himself, the Ming Country Embassy would assign someone with a lawyer's license to help.
Basically, it was an idle lawsuit trickster who volunteered on his own accord.
Bai Wei didn't know who the arriving lawyer was, but the fact that they arrived so quickly probably meant that his younger sister had sought help from someone.
...
Outside the main entrance of the police headquarters, several luxury cars came to a stop. The doors opened, and a group of well-dressed men, wearing white gloves, filed in one by one.
The skilled lawyers had long treated the police headquarters as their own living room. This group of people moved swiftly, familiar with the surroundings as if they had been there many times before.
The leader of this group was a young man in his thirties, wearing glasses. He walked with confidence, exuding a noble demeanor.
But before the leader, there was another person, and it was none other than Hokusinn Kichyō, dressed in a beautiful kimono.
"Please rest assured, Miss." The lawyer said, "We will do our best."
"Thank you for your help, Uncle Koji." Hokusinn Kichyō nodded.
The people from the back row law firm immediately sprung into action, like a group of samurais who had just received the general's approval.
For many years, the Hokusinn family had cultivated a strong network, with dedicated legal advisors and a cooperative law firm.
These people could even be considered as loyal servants of the Hokusinn family, with the law firm itself being invested in by the Hokusinn family.
Hokusinn Kichyō received a phone call and immediately rushed over with her companions. They quickly found Yagyū Simozi waiting in the residential area.
"You've arrived," said Yagyū Simozi, her face pale.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm just a bit exhausted," Yagyū Simozi shook her head. "Although I can afford to hire a lawyer, it's not easy to find a good legal team. In the end, I sought your help."
"Do we really need to be polite about this tiny matter?" Hokusinn Kichyō immediately shook her head, her expression genuinely concerned, but with a mischievous curl at the corner of her heart.
......asked for my help, hoping for more trouble to come, the more indebted, the better, the heavier the favor, the better.
Handling legal affairs like litigation was a piece of cake for Hokusinn and her extensive network of family connections.
Hokusinn Kichyō, having inquired about the basic situation, couldn't help but exclaim, "You siblings are truly adventurous, actually beating the people of a group by just the two of you."
Yagyū Simozi shook her head and said, "It was mostly done by my older brother. I am still too weak... I can't do anything."
Hokusinn Kichyō, filled with anticipation, exclaimed, "So, why didn't you call me for such an event? If only I were present, I would love to give the Nine-Syllable Blade a try... It has been neglected for so long, it's almost covered in dust."
She looked at Yagyū, wiggling her eyebrows and said, "How does it feel to strike someone for the first time? Is the grip good? Did you feel a bit awkward when swinging the blade initially, but quickly got accustomed to the sensation of blood splattering?"
Yagyū cast a disdainful glance at Hokusinn and said, "Do you have a touch of madness, perhaps?"
"No, not at all!" Hokusinn Kichyō hurriedly denied, "I just feel a little nostalgic."
Chopping people feels great at first, and it continues to feel great as I keep chopping people.
"I didn't have many feelings, but I truly experienced the frailty of human beings."
"That's such a pity," said Hokusinn Kichyō, narrowing her eyes. "It's actually quite satisfying to slay wicked people. The exhilaration of holding in all that pent-up anger and finally letting it out is beyond words."
"You are really leisurely."
Hokusinn Kichyō replied, "What else could it be? Don't worry, it's nothing serious. As long as I'm not proven guilty of murder... even if I am, the worst they can do to a person from the Ming Country is to deport them, unable to return for several years..." She suddenly fell silent at this point.
Forced deportation?
Unable to come back for several years?
No--!!
She suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go to remind them!"
Yagyū Simozi didn't follow along. She was feeling too tired and exhausted to keep up. As she rested, sitting down to regain her strength, she suddenly heard the sound of a cat meowing.
She followed the sound and looked through the glass, where she saw a black cat. Could it be possible that someone actually kept a cat in the police station?
...
"Captain, the test results of the deceased's body are now available. Although it is a preliminary examination, it appears that this person may have died from a cut to the neck, severe burns, and shock."
"Sword wound? Was a sword found at the scene?"
"Yes, they are currently doing fingerprint comparison."
"Did you find a sword or a katana?"
"There isn't anything like that, only regular daggers, and short knives like this."
"Regular daggers or short knives cannot cause this kind of injury. It requires significant force to cut through like this, and it has already gone into the neck, even from the front. The depth is so close, clearly not caused by a short dagger or knife. Let's examine the scene again and pay attention to find a long-handled prop."
"Yes!"
Another person also immediately stepped forward.
"Captain, we have verified the suspect's movements and have already contacted the Kyoto Police Department."
"What do they say over there?"
"Upon confirming that he didn't lie, it was true that this person had cycled back to Edo for ten consecutive hours during a typhoon."
"This young man is really healthy. Ok, we can move on to the next..."
"Wait, Captain. The Kyoto Police Department wants us to provide some details about the case."
"Huh? What is the connection between our case in Edo and the Kyoto Police Department?"
"This..."
"Don't stutter! Explain clearly!"
"It's... actually, while the suspect was in Kyoto, he saved dozens of police officers."
"???" The seasoned detective's expression grew tense. "Saved them?"
"Not only did he save dozens of vigilant policemen, but he also ventured deep into the mountainous region where he successfully rescued seven shrine sword witches. He brought back the body of the Chamberlain of Kyoto Shrine, assisted in the successful mountain clearing at the shrine, and prevented further spread of mountain demon calamity."
"You wait for me!" The seasoned detective couldn't comprehend half of what he heard and quickly interjected, "How is this related to the shrine? What... what did he actually do in Kyoto?"
The contacting officer retold the story, and then also produced the information that had been faxed over.
The seasoned detective quickly skimmed through the information, his expression instantly vibrant with excitement. "Is this man a monster... In just three days, what earth-shattering events has he accomplished? And how is it possible that we've managed to contain such a fierce beast in our interrogation room? Let's see what he's up to."
The officer went and returned, with a complicated expression on his face, and said, "He... is sleeping."
The chief detective let out a deep breath and said, "For three days, he hardly slept a wink."
With the help of the Kyoto police, the Edo police, and his own account, they were able to piece together his itinerary.
Not long after, within just a couple of hours, many police officers saw this itinerary and learned about the interrogations happening in Kyoto. They felt a deep sense of astonishment and, at the same time, their enthusiasm for investigation and verification significantly diminished.
Even if he was not a suspect but instead was proven to be the actual murderer, there was no need to send this person to prison or deport him just for the sake of a deceased gangster boss. What kind of organization the Sanada Group was, veteran officers with experience knew all too well. The faction of violent gangsters, willing to do anything for their own interests, eliminating them directly would actually be for the greater good.
Such international friends are hard to come by.
The law doesn't allow for leniency, but people tend to show favoritism.
"Ah, I suddenly don't want to work overtime. I want to go home!"
"The weapon couldn't be found. It's possible that he was burned to death. Maybe he had too much to drink and wanted to perform like a superhero, playfully cutting himself with a sword?"
"This person is extremely cruel. Perhaps out of intense anger, they really did such a thing as self-harm..."
"I said, can this case be filed? So far, there's insufficient evidence for various reasons."
"Even if a case is filed, which prosecutor would start a lawsuit for the death of a notorious underworld leader after seeing the files here?"
"Even if there were brave warriors who decided to sue, once this news spreads, the reputation of the Kyoto Police Department would be tarnished."
"Don't forget about the shrine, the consequences of offending the priestess and priest are dreadful... The shrine in Yingzhou is like the royal guards in the Ming Country, like the Seven Knights in the Alliance. It's so terrifying, I don't even want to think about it."
"Even if the stubborn prosecutor was not afraid of the shrine and offending the Kyoto Police Department, with this evidence, did he win against the lawyers from the Hokusinn family outside?"
The officers spoke back and forth, as they kept talking, they realized that there was no hope at all. Finally, someone summed it up.
"Well, let's not file a case then, to save everyone trouble. Let's open a bottle of champagne, make a silk banner, and quickly send this big shot on his way..."
