What's wrong with this lawyer?!

The rectification response was from last December, and now it's been almost a year with no real change.

As for the latest response, it was Cheng Dashan's complaint, which astonishingly suggested taking legal action.

So Lawyer Tang was preparing to take the legal route. The bigger the case, the more he liked it.

An old criminal police acquaintance, Officer Lu, had called him. Apparently, new clues had been discovered during an investigation, so the investigation was expected to take even longer.

The prosecutor's office had already issued an arrest warrant.

Thus, staying in Jiangguang Province didn't seem meaningful. It might be better to return to Jingzhou—despite missing it, before leaving, he felt tired of that broken place...

Next to the labor market, Lawyer Tang planned to have another bowl of noodles before heading to the airport. He had already arranged for Old Song to pick him up that evening.

That guy even suggested some "Red Romance" at night, but how could a righteous man like Lawyer Tang possibly know what "Red Romance" was...

However, while he was still eating his noodles, a commotion erupted outside.

"Quick, quick, quick, there's a fight over there!"

Lots of people ran over. Lawyer Tang hadn't intended to go, but then someone said, "I heard the agency is withholding wages, not paying up after a long time, and they started fighting over it today."

It was related to the agency? Lawyer Tang quickly stood up, scanning a code as he ran out.

It wasn't that he liked spectacles, but having been in Dongfang City for so long, he'd heard of the infamy of the agency and had yet to witness it.

When he arrived, he was startled. The middle-aged man in the center of it all was the same one he'd seen earlier while eating his noodles.

Opposite the middle-aged man were three people, one of whom was yelling and pointing his finger.

"Ungrateful wretch, aren't you? You think this is endless? I've already told you, it's the factory that's not paying you, not me withholding it. Why don't you go to arbitration, why don't you call the police?"

The middle-aged man also shouted, "I've asked! The factory said they've paid your agency, it's you who's withholding my money. Give it to me now!"

"Give it to you? What can you do if I don't? Now scram before I really end you, believe it or not?"

"Scram, scram, scram, signing an agreement and not honoring it, what a piece of junk!"

An onlooker nearby said this and shoved the middle-aged man.

The shove sent the middle-aged man trembling with anger, and with gritted teeth, he was ready to fight!

He had been backed into a corner, having worked in the factory for several months, only to have the agency withhold more than three thousand yuan, claiming his work was faulty.

Calling the police did nothing. The agency had an agreement, and he had already signed off on it when taking the money initially.

His wife and children back home were waiting for him to send money. These people had driven him to the edge, leaving him with no other options.

He had prepared a knife before coming; if the agency didn't pay up, he was ready to risk his life against them!

But just then, a voice rang out: "Wait, don't fight!"

It was Lawyer Tang. He saw the middle-aged man about to pull out a knife and hurriedly shouted as he stepped forward.

Quiet and reserved individuals are the most likely to commit serious crimes. Normally very compliant, once they start fighting, one or two lives wouldn't settle it.

So Lawyer Tang shouted as he approached.

He didn't want to see this man fall into the abyss. There were other ways to deal with these agencies.

Fighting might feel satisfying, but the consequences of fighting were too severe to be acceptable.

It wasn't about himself; he had already considered the implications when he took action, but about his family.

His family would bear the brunt of his actions, begging, compromising, and doing everything in their power to keep him alive...

Old Tang thought to himself and then spoke up, "Think about your wife and kids at home. You might feel good hitting someone now, but what about your family? Huh? Listen to me, hold off for now!"

Anyone who has killed knows that sometimes killing someone is like committing suicide—it happens in an impulsive moment, making it easy to resort to violence.

But if there's someone nearby dissuading you, just a moment of cooling down can change everything.

Old Tang's persuasion had calmed down the man who was seeing red, if only slightly.

The man looked at Old Tang with a bit of confusion and asked, "Who are you? Have we met?"

"We have met, it's just that you've forgotten. Now I do know what you meant by that phrase you said."

"Probably 'they all deserve to die'."

The middle-aged man was a bit stunned, thinking that the other person might not be quite right in the head, blundering into the situation uninvited and muttering to himself.

A broker from behind shouted, "What are you two babbling about? Get lost, did you hear me? And who are you, popping up from nowhere?"

"I'm his lawyer. Didn't you just say to go to arbitration? I'm the lawyer he hired. Any problems with that?" Old Tang turned and declared with confidence.

"Oh right, what's your name?"

It seemed as though the broker, whose brains were possibly scrambled, was left speechless, while another broker chimed in, "Lawyer, who knows if you're for real?"

The onlooking crowd was stupefied by the scene; what kind of development was this?

Both sides were close to drawing knives, and this person suddenly steps in to intervene, claiming to be a lawyer?

Old Tang casually pulled out his credentials from his pocket: "Here, take a look for yourself!"

Three brokers leaned in to see. The lawyer's license was no problem, but along with this license, another card was pulled out, also a license of some sort.

Now the other license had fallen to the ground, but the writing on it was visible.

"Mental Health Certificate..." The three brokers backed away in unison.

"Hey wait, are you that Tang Fangjing?" one of the brokers recognized the name on the lawyer's license.

"Yes, I am that Tang Fangjing. You got a problem with that?"

Holy crap, the leader of the three brokers stepped forward, took a closer look, and it was indeed THAT Tang Fangjing!

Freaking rumors in the industry turned out to be true—Tang Fangjing really was a madman! But he was supposed to be in Jingzhou, what was he doing in Dongfang City?

Although a person's reputation precedes them, the brokers had only seen Tang Fangjing online.

At this point, a supervisor named Qian Yehui spoke up, "Lawyer Tang, you are indeed a lawyer, but surely you're not his lawyer, right?"

"For a lawyer like you, he couldn't afford your services. We're willing to negotiate with the factory to return half his money, but that's as much as we can offer. What do you think?"

The brokers felt they were already giving face to Lawyer Tang, given his actual clout.

However, Old Tang replied, "Whatever amount you've deducted, return that much, and add the interest while you're at it. If you don't agree, then we'll see you at arbitration."

"Besides, who said I can't be his lawyer? Can't I work for free?"

Qian Yehui was taken aback; they didn't know the specific regulations regarding lawyers.

As for Old Tang, he didn't care at all. I'll just work for free, what about that? The Jingzhou City Lawyers Association want to fine me? They're welcome to do so.

"Then go to arbitration. Just because you have a mental health certificate, you think you can intimidate anyone," the three brokers turned and left.

Old Tang then looked at the stunned middle-aged man, "You haven't said your name yet after all this talking. Spit it out quickly. I need to draft a contract."

What? The middle-aged man's hand was still on his knife, tucked at his waist. He was completely bewildered. This lawyer was really going to help him out!