What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Thus, the series of conflicts set off by an act of legitimate self-defense came to a close.

Inside the office at Tengda Law Firm, Old Tang was looking at these updates. Although he had no idea how effective the overhaul would be, it was good enough if it helped a few students.

He didn\'t spread Li Zixin\'s story on the internet. It wasn\'t necessary, as broadcasting it would be genuine secondary harm to Liu Yan and the others.

But the most important thing now was to receive the reward!

Though this task was not as dangerous as President Lei\'s, it still took a lot of effort, but luckily he was already crazy.

When he opened the task panel that only he could see, Old Tang immediately spotted the completion rate.

"Two hundred and fifty percent, this completion rate looks like profanity..."

Old Tang was muttering to himself in the office when Old Wang, who happened to be passing by, caught him in the act.

Recalling the schizophrenia and paranoia-related books the other had been reading, Old Wang hurriedly took off.

No wonder the doctor said his condition had gotten more severe. He must be hallucinating now, right?

Old Tang, of course, didn\'t notice, and went on to collect his mission reward. The reward was quickly deposited, and he secured an additional six months to his life, feeling extremely pleased.

However, considering the time he had invested, staying alive really seemed tough.

He genuinely hoped the system would assign a difficult enough task to grant him twenty years at once, how awesome that would be!

But what exactly was this "Auditory Shielding (Active)" reward? Could it temporarily make him deaf?

It seemed a bit too perfunctory, or was there significant potential to be tapped from this reward?

Uncertain for now, he decided to let it be.

After making another appearance online, his private messages ballooned with new messages, yet few of them looked like cases he could take on.

He wanted to tackle a bank case, strictly without any personal grudges involved, but why was it so hard to find one?

With the mission completed, life returned to its peaceful routine.

On another beautiful morning, Old Tang arrived at the firm, only to be pleasantly surprised by the presence of a security guard at the entrance!

Not just that, when he got inside, he found another tall security guard patrolling outside his office!

"How about that, Old Song, I told you, how could Old Wang be so stingy? See, isn\'t this quite generous?" Old Tang said to Old Song with a smile.

Considering the size of Tengda\'s property, which occupied three floors of the office building, a few security guards were indeed needed.

But Old Song glanced at the patrolling guard with a hint of suspicion—he had known Old Wang for over twenty years, and the man had never been known for his generosity.

A security guard at the door was normal, but what was the point of having one inside?

Old Tang\'s mind didn\'t wander; after ridiculing Old Song, he cheerfully entered his office.

Without a mission, he was free to work on some cases to maintain his livelihood.

There was no worry about case sources; Old Tang had made a name for himself as a prominent lawyer, and his bold approach in several major cases had spread his "daredevil" reputation far and wide.

Indeed, cases that landed in Old Tang\'s hands were never simple, but he handled them with ease and efficiency, sending the guilty to jail and releasing the innocent.

It was already July, and Tang Fangjing, having just wrapped up a couple of minor cases, was enjoying life in his massage chair.

Miss Xiao Yan entered from outside, complaining, "It\'s way too hot today, Brother Tang. Here, have some milk tea."

Old Tang glanced back and suddenly noticed that the girl actually looked pretty attractive. He had never paid much attention before since she was always in professional attire, but today, in a dress, she looked...

Yet he only cast a glance before looking away. Not only was he protected by a terminal illness, he was mentally unstable, and he had to be wary of danger at any moment.

To avoid having any weaknesses, he now refrained from befriending any colleagues, and even with Old Song, he spoke little. He would have considered starting his own practice if he had been in the field longer.

Miss Xiao Yan handed over the milk tea and added, "Oh, Brother Tang, I just passed by Triumph Street, and there was a big crowd of people protesting for their rights."

The word "protest" immediately grabbed Tang Fangjing\'s attention, "Protesting? Protesting for what rights?"

"What else could it be? A stalled building project, of course. With this heat, old folks and kids are all out there; it\'s really tough," Miss Xiao Yan remarked empathetically.