Verbal battle in court

Your Honor, I request to question the victim, Ms. Chen, again to clarify some necessary facts.

This judge grants the defense attorney's request and invites Ms. Chen to the witness stand to be questioned by the defense attorney.

The trial has entered its fourth day; the facts have long been presented, and much has been said.

I believed the case should be closed today, and I had relaxed, starting to think about my other property lawsuit.

But why is the defendant's lawyer, Tang Jiahui, requesting to question Ms. Chen again in court? Does she really intend to use some means to salvage what seems like a doomed case? I cannot guess her intentions, and I watch with some unease as Ms. Chen walks to the witness stand.

This is a fairly simple rape case.

About four months ago, Ms. Chen returned to her apartment late at night and was attacked and raped by a pre-lying assailant.

During the entire rape, Ms. Chen was blindfolded and never saw the rapist's face, but she clearly remembered the perpetrator's voice.

Three months later, Ms. Chen happened to hear that voice again in a store.

She immediately called the store's security guards, who detained the man and notified the police.

The police discovered that the man had a history of sexual harassment and arrested him.

The man, named Zhao Taijiang, currently works as a porter. He had been accused of sexual assault three times, convicted of sexual harassment once, and acquitted twice due to insufficient evidence.

This time, however, Ms. Chen didn't know him at all and was unaware of his criminal history. She identified him solely by his voice, and he couldn't provide any alibi.

Another piece of evidence in the prosecution's favor was a neighbor's testimony that they had seen Zhao Taijiang wearing a black scarf very similar to the one used to blindfold Ms. Chen and abandoned at the scene.

Of course, all the prosecution's evidence was weak and riddled with flaws; each piece of evidence was questionable upon closer examination.

Therefore, the police were reluctant to prosecute, and no lawyer was willing to take the case.

When I first heard about this case, I thought it would be quite difficult. I figured a strong defense attorney would lead to a lot of complications, so I considered turning it down.

However, because it was a referral from an acquaintance, and Ms. Chen personally came to plead with me, I softened and agreed.

Especially when I heard that the defense attorney was Tang Jiahui, a young female lawyer whom everyone had recently praised, my competitive spirit was immediately ignited.

Apparently, since graduating last year, she had won over ten major cases, even more than I had back then. I felt both somewhat unconvinced and curious.

Surprisingly, the case progressed very smoothly in the first three days, and the current situation was extremely favorable for the prosecution.

This was mainly because Tang Jiahui's performance was so mediocre.

She easily let slip any loopholes or weaknesses that could have been exploited, and her arguments against the key evidence were weak. Judging

from the jury's body language, I estimated that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the defendant was certain to lose this case.

Originally, it's natural that such a young and innocent female lawyer would have many inconveniences and concerns when defending a rape suspect, making it difficult to truly give her all.

However, I'm starting to have some doubts.

Could this be her strategy of avoiding the real issue? Perhaps not.

Maybe years of legal work have instilled in me a tendency to be paranoid.

But I'm still a little uneasy.

I always get nervous when my opponent does something unexpected.

At this moment, Tang Jiahui gracefully approached Ms. Chen, her large eyes almost unblinking as she stared directly at Ms. Chen sitting in the witness stand, and calmly said: "Ms. Chen, please believe me, as a woman, I deeply sympathize with your situation, and I share your urgent desire to bring the real perpetrator to justice.

Therefore, I hope to clarify some facts with you further.

Some of my questions below may offend or embarrass you, please don't misunderstand."

Do you understand what I mean? "I understand."

Unlike her relaxed and low-key demeanor of the previous three days, Tang Jiahui suddenly became serious, her piercing gaze fixed on Ms. Chen—a gaze she hadn't shown in the past few days.

Looking at Tang's cold, handsome profile, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in my heart.

She must have planned this all along, while I was completely unprepared.

What exactly was she trying to achieve with these words? Not being able to discern the opponent's intentions is the most dreaded passive situation for any lawyer. "

Ms. Chen, before you were raped, had you had any sexual experience with men?" Why did she suddenly ask such an offensive question? I didn't have time to ponder her true intentions; I immediately and instinctively objected to the judge to stop her: "I object to such a question! Your Honor.

This question is completely irrelevant to this case."

The judge turned to Attorney Tang and asked her, "Defendant's attorney, do you have reason to believe this is a question relevant to the case?" "Yes.

Your Honor.

Please believe me.

Okay.

Objection not established.

Ms. Chen, please answer the defendant's question truthfully."

I was getting a little angry.

I hadn't expected to successfully stop this question; I just wanted to give my client more time to consider how to answer.

But the judge so easily agreed to let her continue without the defendant's attorney providing any explanation, which was undoubtedly biased.

Ms. Chen answered, clearly somewhat uneasy, "...No." "

Then, Ms. Chen, before this, have you had any form of sexual contact with any man? For example, touching each other's genitals with your hands or any part of your body?" I again pretended to be particularly angry and stood up to protest, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney invading my client's privacy with such a question unrelated to the case.

" The judge turned to Tang Jiahui again, "Defendant's attorney, can you explain why you believe this question is directly related to the case?" "Of course, Your Honor."

Because this is a rape case involving sex, the defendant's understanding of sex will directly affect her ability to identify the perpetrator.

Please allow Ms. Chen to answer my question.

Okay, Ms. Chen, please answer.

Watching Tang Jiahui, with her beautiful face facing the judge, shamelessly asking such sexual questions in this grand courtroom, I suddenly realized that the judge had developed an instinctive bias towards her—a natural male reaction to a woman, especially since Tang Jiahui was such a beautiful woman.

I began to realize that encountering such a beautiful female opponent was not a pleasant experience.

Not wanting to offend the judge, I could only sit down silently, feeling increasingly uneasy.

This female lawyer seemed to be focusing on Ms. Chen's ability to identify the defendant, but what did that have to do with her sexual experience? In any case, my intervention had given Ms. Chen enough time to think about how to answer Tang Jiahui's question.

Ms. Chen replied somewhat awkwardly, “I…have never had the sexual contact you described with any man.

I…I only had very few…hugs and…kissing with my ex-boyfriend.

Very good,

Ms. Chen.

Thank you for your frank answer.

Now, I would like to ask you about some details of that day.

According to you, you were blindfolded, then stripped and assaulted by that person.

Where did this happen? In your living room, or your bedroom? Or…in my bathroom?

He forcibly dragged me to my bathroom.

On the floor of your bathroom? …Yes…I was forced to the floor…Did he gag you? No. Did

you not resist? Did you shout for help? …No.

He…he held a knife and threatened me.

I understand.

Did he tie you up? He…he tied my hands…and bound them behind my back with stockings.

According to your police report, that person forced you to perform oral sex on him.

What did he use to threaten you?” He…he started saying that if I could…give him a blowjob, then…then he wouldn't rape me.

Let me choose…I…So, you chose to…give him oral sex, right? No…I…it wasn't my choice…I…what choice did I have? I was forced.

I understand.

You were forced to give him oral sex.

Is that right? Yes.

Thank you, Ms. Chen.

So, in what position did you give him oral sex? "I object to this questioning, Your Honor.

These questions constitute a direct and unnecessary invasion of my client's privacy.

I find it hard to believe that such a young female lawyer could so shamelessly utter the word 'oral sex' in front of everyone.

I still can't fathom her methods, but I know I must object early on and not let her continue with her designed questioning approach.

Objection not established.

Witness, please answer the questions.

" What? The judge's reaction was unacceptable.

He completely sided with Tang Jiahui, rejecting my objection without even turning his head.

I suddenly realized that everyone in the courtroom, including the judge and jurors, seemed to be listening intently to Ms. Chen being forced to recount her humiliation.

Good heavens.

Are these people all so interested in these rape details? I felt a surge of indignation for Ms. Chen.

This was a gender-balanced jury of six men and six women, and what I couldn't understand was that both men and women seemed genuinely interested in hearing these details, a stark contrast to their listless demeanor just two days prior.

A bad feeling crept over me.

For the past few days, we had deliberately avoided discussing the details of the rape.

I had spent a great deal of time reinforcing the scarf evidence, emphasizing Zhao Taijiang's past misdeeds, and arguing about the sensitivity and memory of sound in the absence of sight. I had even brought in a professor from the medical school to explain the uniqueness of human voices.

While these technical details had worked, they had clearly bored the jurors.

But this female lawyer had easily captured their interest, meaning her influence on them could potentially increase significantly.

Moreover, her natural feminine charm was a major disadvantage for the prosecution.

I began to realize Tang Jiahui's strategy.

Good heavens, was she really that cunning? The life and death of the entire case rested entirely in the hands of these jurors. Offending them would be extremely disadvantageous to either side, while gaining even the slightest bit of their favor could tip the scales in your favor.

Of course, Tang Jiahui's goodwill alone wasn't enough to change the jurors' strong impression of the defendant's guilt that I had built up in their minds over the past three days.

Unless she could find a crucial flaw.

But I could already sense the danger.

Ms. Chen seemed to be painfully recalling the scene: "I...he...I was kneeling on the floor...he was...probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and then he stood up...probably sitting on the edge of the bathtub? Are you sure?...Yes.

I'm sure."

My head was bowed low.

I understood.

Ms. Chen, could you recall whether his legs were bent or flat when he sat on the edge of the bathtub? I suddenly understood which direction Tang Jiahui was looking for a breakthrough in.

She wanted to find evidence to prove that the criminal's physique didn't match Zhao Taijiang's.

If Ms. Chen gave even one wrong answer, it could give her an opening.

She was indeed a cunning lawyer.

It was regrettable that I hadn't anticipated her approach, failing to provide Ms. Chen with any guidance.

I secretly felt a chill.

Ms. Chen hesitated, saying, "He... I can't see him.

I don't know.

" This was a very good answer.

I looked at Tang Jiahui; although I couldn't discern any reaction from her face, I guessed she must be somewhat disappointed.

The composed lawyer remained expressionless and continued, "Ms. Chen, how did you sense that the person was standing again? He... I had to look up to reach his... his what? Ah... his... that thing... You mean his penis, right? ...Yes.

Were you kneeling on the ground then? Yes.

He was standing there; did you have to straighten up to reach his penis? Yes.

My head had to be tilted back.

" Tang Jiahui bombarded me with questions, but as if she hadn't received what she wanted, she stopped, seemingly unsure how to proceed.

I felt anxious for Ms. Chen.

If this continued, who knew what unexpected things might happen?

Tang Jiahui shifted her focus and continued, "Ms. Chen, were you wearing clothes when you were giving that man oral sex? ...No, I wasn't.

I...wasn't wearing any clothes.

He stripped me naked.

Ms. Chen, do you know if that man was also naked at that time? ...He, it seems, was still wearing a shirt, but his lower body...was naked.

Are you sure? How did you know his lower body was naked? ...I...was with his legs between mine, of course I knew.

Ms. Chen, could you tell us in detail what happened? ...I...I mean, could you describe how you gave that man oral sex? I object to such questioning! Your Honor."

This issue, involving the personal privacy and dignity of the parties involved, is not directly related to this case. I strongly object to the defense continuing to ask questions in this manner.

Objection established.

The witness may choose not to answer this question.

Please, defense attorney, reconsider the applicability and scope of the question.

My objection was accepted by the judge for the first time, which brought me some comfort.

But I knew this female lawyer wouldn't give up so easily.

She slightly brushed her hair aside, stared at Ms. Chen, whose face had turned pale, and said in a gentler tone, "Okay.

Let's imagine this: the man is naked from the waist down, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and you are also naked, kneeling between his legs, blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back, sucking... uh, giving him oral sex.

Is that right?" ...Yes.

But why did you... Ms. Chen could no longer hold back her bitterness and almost sobbed.

The stimulating scene described by Tang Jiahui was clearly imprinted in my mind.

I looked at Ms. Chen guiltily.

Her face, though etched with grief, remained remarkably beautiful. A dignified dark blue suit clung tightly to her graceful figure, her full breasts heaving slightly with emotion.

Through the fabric, I conjured an image of her naked body kneeling on the ground, and my groin suddenly swelled.

Good heavens, how could I be like this at a time like this… Suddenly, I realized that such an image must have crossed the minds of everyone present.

For the first time, I deeply understood the vulgar society a raped woman faces, and I was merely a member of that vulgar society.

Miss Chen's predicament at this moment far exceeded my expectations.

But she merely wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and raised her head again.

I deeply admired her courage in facing all of this.

For so many years, as a lawyer, the law had always been just a collection of written words to me, primarily used to maintain and coordinate the interests of all parties.

I never thought about justice and fairness, nor did I ever sympathize with the plaintiff or the defendant. But now, a powerful desire to bring the perpetrator to justice surged within me.

I glanced at Zhao Taijiang in the dock. He sat there calmly, seemingly appreciating and recalling the crimes he had committed.

I was filled with rage.

I couldn't understand why such a talented and promising young female lawyer would defend this scumbag. I didn't believe she could get much money from a mere porter like him.

I couldn't help but stand up again and loudly addressed the judge, "Your Honor, I strongly object to the defense attorney's use of such a humiliating method to attack the victim in this case.

These recollections are both unnecessary and completely unacceptable.

I request that you stop her from continuing."

The judge slightly raised his head, seemingly deep in thought, when Tang Jiahui quickly interjected, "Your Honor, you know, if we don't even understand what happened back then, how can we accurately determine who the real culprit is? As a woman, my sympathy for Ms. Chen is no less than any of yours.

But as the defendant's lawyer, I must also be responsible for my client."

She was truly an eloquent and formidable opponent, and knew very well how to use her womanhood as an unassailable weapon.

I could feel the burning pressure in her words, and I had to admire her debating skills.

Sure enough, the judge once again sided with her: "Ms. Chen, would you like to rest?" "No, thank you.

Alright then.

Please, defense attorney, continue with your questions."

Miss Chen, you just said your body was between his legs. Could you feel if his legs were smooth or covered in hair? His legs were covered in hair.

Once again, I realized how cunning this seemingly gentle female lawyer was.

Without me even realizing it, she began searching for loopholes.

Judging from her expression, Miss Chen's quick answer meant she wasn't given any chance.

Tang Jiahui then asked again, "Ms. Chen, besides the hair on his legs, did you notice any other distinguishing features?"...No. "

Ms. Chen, your eyes were blindfolded and your hands were tied behind your back. How could you possibly put that man's...penis in your mouth?" "I...he grabbed my chin and put that thing in my mouth, I...I understand.

Ms. Chen, have you ever performed oral sex on a man?" Tang Jiahui bombarded Ms. Chen with a barrage of questions, giving her almost no chance to breathe. These were all questions that women found difficult to ask, and even Tang Jiahui herself hesitated when mentioning a man's penis.

Tang Jiahui's purpose was clear: to make Ms. Chen make mistakes in her panic.

I knew there were many more challenging questions to come.

However, the truth was the truth, and I believed that as long as Ms. Chen answered all the questions truthfully, Tang Jiahui might not find an opportunity. But I was still worried for Ms. Chen. "

I...I already said I've never had any of these...sexual experiences." "

Then, have you ever seen a woman perform oral sex on a man?" No… I’ve only heard about it.

Miss Chen, when you first put his…that thing in your mouth, what special feeling did you have? Tang Jiahui was getting more and more outrageous, but I still endured it.

Miss Chen was also clearly angered by the question: “I…what could I feel? It was disgusting, I just wanted to throw up.

You don’t believe me? Try it yourself. Please don’t be angry, Miss Chen.

You didn’t throw up, did you? …He…how could I resist? To…to protect…my chastity, I had no choice but to… I can understand you, Miss Chen.

When you put his…penis in your mouth, did you actively move your head, or… He held my head down with his hand, and on his…that…back and forth… I objected again, hoping the judge would ask Tang Jiahui to give a reason for asking these questions.

But this was rejected by the judge again.

I understand.

Miss Chen.

Is this man’s penis big? Is it very big in your mouth? Yes.

Very big.

Did it go all the way into your mouth? Or only half of it? I…I don’t know, I can’t see.

But…it went in a lot, reaching very deep inside my mouth.”

"I see.

Did you feel nauseous? ...At first, I felt a little... I... I understand, you started to feel nauseous, but then you gradually got used to it.

Right? No. It wasn't that

you got used to it.

It was... it was that I was held down, I had no choice..." The jurors listened attentively to the details of the victim being forced to perform oral sex, and the entire courtroom was very quiet.

My mind started to wander, constantly flashing the image of Miss Chen kneeling on the ground, a penis going in and out of her beautiful lips, and my genitals swelled even more.

Miss Chen, did the man say anything during this process? ... Miss Chen... Yes.

He said a lot.

Can you recall some of what he said? ... He... he told me to take it deeper, said... said I didn't take it deep enough, ... worse than... worse than a prostitute... told me to suck hard... and with my tongue... Miss Chen, did you do as he said? I... I... don't know.

I can't remember.

Was he dissatisfied with your oral sex? Yes.

Then.

And then? He... he forced me... to suck his... testicles... made me take them one by one into my mouth... Wait a minute.

Miss Chen.

You just said he made you suck what? Testicles? You mean... those two down there... those two... those two what? You mean... those two down there... Oh, I see.

You mean... his testicles, right? ... Yes.

I sensed that Tang Jiahui was blushing at this point.

It seemed she wasn't as composed as she appeared, and didn't seem to know much about men's bodies, not even the testicles we usually call "eggs." "

Ms. Chen, what happened next?" "Then he desperately pressed my head down on his… penis, he inserted it deep into my mouth, pressed my nose against his body…" I understood. "

And then?" "Then…then…he…said I did a bad job, so…" Seeing that Ms. Chen couldn't continue, Tang Jiahui showed no mercy, continuing to press: "So what?" "He…he…raped me… Waaaaah…" Ms. Chen truly cried this time.

Everyone knew the gist of this story, but hearing it from Ms. Chen's own mouth, with so many details, was truly moving.

Now, I didn't want to stop Tang Jiahui's interrogation anymore; Tang Jiahui was taking a risk.

If she didn't find any major flaws, Ms. Chen's situation might actually garner sympathy from the jurors.

Especially her now genuine tears, capable of moving even the hardest heart.

I watched Tang Jiahui's expression, unable to discern any change in her inner feelings outwardly.

What a seasoned opponent, not at all like a young lawyer who had only graduated a year ago.

Tang Jiahui composed herself, waiting for Ms. Chen to stop crying, then silently handed her a glass of water and gently stroked Ms. Chen's hand a few times.

From these seemingly unintentional gestures, I could tell that Tang Jiahui also knew how to balance the jurors' sympathy.

But why did she still insist on this interrogation? Did she have other motives? I racked my brains, but found no answer.

Ms. Chen, please forgive me for having to relive that pain for you again.

Believe me, I share your eagerness to put that inhuman bastard in jail.

However, before the facts are clear, we cannot hastily imprison a potentially innocent person while allowing the real murderer to roam free.

Do you agree with my view? ...Yes.

Damn! How cunning.

I knew perfectly well Tang Jiahui's intentions behind her feigned sympathy.

Ms. Chen, when that man penetrated your vagina, was he on top of you? Yes.

Did you feel he was burly, average-sized, or rather thin? I… I was quite burly.

Are you sure he was like Mr. Zhao? Yes.

He… his whole body was on top of me… Ms. Chen, according to the police records, you reported the crime less than half an hour after being raped, is that right? Yes.

Then why didn't the police record any traces left by the man? Like hair, dandruff, or… …He rinsed the bathroom with water before leaving… I understand.

Ms. Chen, there's still something I don't understand.

The police records mention that you had a vaginal examination that night, but why weren't any… any man's semen found? …Ms. Chen, did that man not ejaculate inside you? …No.

He… ejaculated… Are you sure? I… I'm sure.

Of course I'm sure… Waaaaah… Ms. Chen suddenly burst into tears again.

I was also a little confused.

I had this question before, but I hadn't paid it any attention.

Moreover, it was inconvenient for me to ask a young woman about sensitive details, and I was truly careless this time.

Ms. Chen, why are you so sure? Why didn't the police find any trace? ...Waaah...waaah... Ms. Chen, can you tell us? How did you determine that he ejaculated... He...waaah...he...ejaculated into my...waaah...mouth... Ah! A collective gasp rippled through the room.

I didn't know this detail either; it must have been too embarrassing to talk about, so Ms. Chen didn't even report it to the police.

The thought of a penis ejaculating in her mouth made my genitals swell again.

I couldn't suppress my primal instincts; my genitals throbbed painfully in my pants, and guilt made my face flush red.

I turned my head and thought I could see the faint smile on Zhao Taijiang's face.

I angrily turned back, the resentment in my heart lingering for a long time.

Ms. Chen, I'm sorry.

It's better that you spoke these words; keeping them inside would only make you feel worse.

Miss Chen nodded, sobbing, and gradually calmed down. It seemed, as Tang Jiahui had said, that she felt a sense of relief after venting her deepest sorrow. A resolute, indignant expression appeared on her face, the previous weakness of fear and shame gone. "

So, Miss Chen, how did he ejaculate into your mouth? Did he force you, or…?" "Yes… he… he threatened me, saying either he would ejaculate inside my uterus and get me pregnant, or I would have to… let him ejaculate in my mouth… I had no choice…" "I understand." "He gave

you a choice, and you chose to let him ejaculate in your mouth." "

No.

I had no choice.

In that situation… I was terrified. I didn't want to be pregnant, that was too terrible, so I had no choice but to let him… let him… ejaculate… in… my mouth…." "

I understand,

Miss Chen." "

So, after he ejaculated in your mouth, did you spit his semen out anywhere?" "...No...he forced...me...to swallow it all...otherwise...then..." Miss Chen could barely continue, but Tang Jiahui still wouldn't let up: "So you swallowed all his semen? I had no other choice.

How could not a single drop have leaked out? Is that really the case?...Yes.

In the end...Miss Chen, please continue.

He...inserted very deep, I couldn't even spit it out."

Hmm.

How deep did he insert it? Miss Chen, can you recall? I… he pushed it in very hard… I… Miss Chen, can you recall how hard he pushed it into your mouth? Yes… he grabbed my head with his hand and pushed hard… I understand.

So, could you feel his penis reaching the bottom of your mouth? Or somewhere else? I don't know.

Anyway, it was very deep, my mouth was almost touching his body.

Miss Chen, how did you know your mouth was almost touching his body? You couldn't see it, right? I… my mouth touched his… pubic hair… Ah, I understand.

I remember you said your nose was pressed against his body, is that right? …Yes.

My nose was hurting from his pressure, I… couldn't escape… So, Miss Chen, since your nose could touch his body, that means you swallowed his entire penis into your mouth, is that right? I… I don't know… Yes! Yes! Why do you have to ask these questions? Ms. Chen, please don't be angry.

I am very grateful for your cooperation.

I just wanted to understand what happened.

... Ms. Chen, he ejaculated in your mouth.

And then? Then... he... kept his thing in my mouth... and... and made me lick it clean... sob... sob... Ms. Chen... and then? Later, he forced me to drink water to clean my mouth, leaving no trace... sob... I've finished asking my questions.

Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Chen.

Do you need to rest for a while? Hearing that Tang Jiahui's questioning had temporarily come to an end, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I quickly asked the judge for a temporary recess, and the judge didn't make things difficult for me. After so many questions, he seemed to need a rest himself, and after giving the temporary recess, he hurriedly left.

I helped Ms. Chen to her seat, and looking at her red eyes, I didn't know how to comfort her. I just kept praising her for her good performance and courage.

Ms. Chen rubbed her eyes vigorously with a handkerchief, then looked up and asked me softly, almost with a hint of grievance, "Attorney Ma, why is she so fixated on these questions?" Ms. Chen, don't worry.

Her pressing questioning style is a common tactic used by lawyers.

They often make witnesses repeat known facts to find inconsistencies in their testimonies.

This shows they've run out of options and can only provoke you with these embarrassing questions, hoping you'll make a mistake in your answer.

My answer… was there… anything wrong with it? Ah, no.

Absolutely not.

Didn't you see that Attorney Tang couldn't find a single flaw in your answer? Your performance was excellent, even better than I expected.

Will she… ask anything else? "Don't worry, haven't you finished asking all the questions? I believe she doesn't have any more tricks up her sleeve.

But she's right about one thing: once you've released all these heavy burdens weighing on your heart, you'll feel better."

Miss Chen nodded, seemingly feeling much better.

Although I tried my best to comfort Miss Chen, I was still a little uneasy.

Judging from Tang Jiahui's behavior, she must have made some careful preparations, and it was hard to believe she would give up so easily.

Although she hadn't gotten anything useful from the previous exchange, she might still have some follow-up moves.

My heart tightened; I really hadn't expected this female lawyer to be so difficult to deal with.

A few days ago, she deliberately held back, avoiding my attacks, waiting for my offensive to end before launching an attack from an unexpected angle. This perfectly exemplifies the military strategy of avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, catching me completely off guard.

However, ultimate victory still depends on strength.

Overturning the jury's established opinion isn't something that can be done casually.

Tang Jiahui, we'll see! I secretly vowed to myself that I would make this undefeated lawyer stumble before me.

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