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Chapter 1568 Jiang's Father: Is this the end?! (Please subscribe!)

Seeing Hua Twelve's indifferent attitude, a deputy director standing nearby subtly shifted his gaze and asked without changing his expression:

"Oh, you know a little about the law? Then tell me, what are the legal consequences of your actions?"

The homeroom teacher quickly gave Hua Shier a look, signaling him not to say anything out of line.

Before coming to the police station, the homeroom teacher had a lot of resentment towards this new top student, thinking that he was too good at causing trouble.

After listening to the entire transcript and understanding the cause and effect, her opinion of Hua Shier completely changed.

It turns out the culprit was Zhang Yang, who was secretly plotting against Xu Yi.

Hua Shier took action simply to seek justice for his cousin.

While resorting to force is certainly not rational, young people are hot-blooded and might get angry and take action when they know their sister has been bullied. It's not entirely incomprehensible.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher had completely sided with Hua Shier, which was why he was desperately trying to signal to him, hoping that he would cooperate honestly and get a lenient treatment.

But Hua Twelve acted as if he hadn't seen anything and answered immediately:

"Yes, I know. I slapped Jiang Jiao, but it didn't cause any serious injury like a perforated eardrum or lost teeth. According to the standards, it should be considered a minor injury, which does not constitute a criminal offense, but it is a violation of public order and can be punished with administrative detention or a fine."

He paused, then added slowly and deliberately:
"However, there's a premise to this: Jiang Jiao illegally disseminated a video that insulted my cousin. Now, that video is all over the Tianzhong classmates' group chat, and it has spread to external networks, causing serious psychological harm to my cousin. If Jiang Jiao wants to pursue me, I can also call the police to hold her accountable. I think she will try to resolve this matter with me."

The deputy director raised an eyebrow.

This student doesn't just have a 'little understanding of the law,' he's quite knowledgeable about it.

His eyes narrowed, and his tone turned serious, as if he wanted to put some pressure on Hua Twelve:
"You're downplaying the seriousness of the issue. Jiang Jiao's problem is similar to what you described, not particularly serious. But Zhang Yang has fractured both hands; what will be the legal consequences for you then?"

Seeing his serious expression, the homeroom teacher's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but feel worried for Hua Shier.

Hua Shier, however, remained relaxed and unhurried, quoting classical texts:
"First of all, according to the 'Standards for the Identification of the Degree of Human Injury,' fractures of long bones in the limbs, such as the ulna, radius, and humerus, are classified as minor injuries of level two."

"Secondly, I only attacked Zhang Yang when he initiated the attack, which was witnessed by many people in the class, so it was self-defense. However, I used a brick while he was unarmed, which could potentially be considered excessive self-defense."

According to Article 20, Paragraph 2 of the Criminal Law, excessive self-defense "shall incur criminal liability, but the punishment shall be mitigated or exempted."

He reviewed his actions, speaking more and more fluently, his tone as confident as if he were giving a defense in class:

"Furthermore, my act of voluntarily reporting the incident to the police afterward constitutes a typical case of voluntary surrender under the law. After being brought in for investigation, I actively cooperated and provided evidence, which meets the legal requirements for surrender."

"According to Article 67, Paragraph 1 of the Criminal Law, a person who voluntarily surrenders himself to the authorities and truthfully confesses his crime is considered to have surrendered himself. For criminals who surrender themselves, the punishment may be mitigated or reduced; if the crime is minor, the punishment may be waived."

Hua Shier smiled especially brightly as he said this:

“I am now guilty of both excessive self-defense and surrendering myself to the authorities, which constitutes a legal basis for leniency on both sides.”

"You ask me what the legal consequences of this behavior are? Isn't the answer already obvious? I will be released on bail, then I will argue with the injured party's family, and finally reach a consensus. Either I will be exempted from criminal punishment, or I will be given a suspended sentence."

"Even if it's a suspended sentence, the term won't exceed two years. As long as you behave well during the probation period, you won't even need to go to jail."

He could barely suppress the smile on his face; the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

He did understand the law, but he didn't 'cunningly' plan each step in advance when he took action.

His initial intentions were simple: first, to vent his anger for his cheap cousin; second, to leave a record in front of He Yuanyuan's brother-in-law, Brother Kun, to increase the credibility of his identity after they met and pave the way for his undercover mission.

He just didn't expect that when asked by the deputy director, he would suddenly think that there might be no consequences at all.

Oye!
After Hua Shier finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned.

Uncle Hat is indeed a law enforcement officer, but they are not lawyers or judges, so how could they possibly know every single legal provision by heart? But what's with this student? How come he knows the legal provisions better than them, reciting them effortlessly as if he were reciting a memorized text?

The homeroom teacher was overjoyed – if Hua Shier didn't have to go to jail, wouldn't he still be able to take the college entrance exam?

Yes, getting into a law school would be great! This kid has that talent!
The teacher has already chosen which schools Huashi 12 will apply to!
The deputy director's eyes flickered a few times. He disliked Hua Twelve's smug look and said coldly:

"At such a young age, you seem to know quite a bit about the law. But what you just said is only based on the premise that you acted in self-defense."

"But according to our investigation in your class, the witnesses all said that you hit Jiang Jiao first, and Zhang Yang only attacked you afterward. You were the initiator of the unlawful attack. As Jiang Jiao's boyfriend, Zhang Yang's act of punching back after seeing his girlfriend being hit is very likely to be considered legitimate self-defense under the law."

"He was stopping an ongoing illegal attack."

He sneered: "So your actions are unlikely to be considered legitimate self-defense, or even mutual fighting."

Hua Shierchao, the deputy director, shook his finger, his tone calm:

"You're wrong, don't try to frame me. I slapped Jiang Jiao, and that was the end of the offense. Legally, the act of violence caused by that slap is considered closed."

“Zhang Yang didn’t check on Jiang Jiao’s injuries immediately. Instead, he rushed over and hit me. Clearly, his intention was no longer to ‘stop the ongoing assault,’ but rather out of anger and revenge. To put it bluntly, he wanted to avenge his girlfriend.”

"This means he intended to commit an unlawful attack on me. Therefore, my actions fully meet the criteria for legitimate self-defense. Even if we take a step back, it would be considered excessive self-defense, or at worst, mutual fighting."

The homeroom teacher also noticed the problem, her brow furrowed, and she questioned the deputy director:

"Comrade, I get the feeling you have a problem with my student?"

The deputy director's expression changed slightly, but he quickly put on a smiling face:
"How could that be? When students make mistakes, we always focus on criticism and education, and handle them leniently. I just saw that he seemed to know a lot about the law, so I chatted with him casually to discuss it."

The homeroom teacher nodded, then asked, "So, can I apply for bail for him now?"

The deputy director's smile faded slightly, and he said seriously:

“That probably won’t work. First of all, Zhang Yang’s injury assessment results haven’t come out yet, and it will take at least 24 hours. The injury may not be just a minor injury as this student thinks—if it affects the injured person’s function, the situation will be serious.”

Hua Shier interjected, "Uncle Hat, will the injury assessment results affect my bail application?"

The deputy director turned to look at him and smiled:

“It certainly doesn’t affect anything. But this student is so familiar with the law, even calculating his own legal consequences so clearly, I feel that you premeditated the crime. This does not meet the requirement of ‘no social danger’ for bail pending trial.”

The homeroom teacher became anxious and stood up abruptly: "But this is just your one-sided judgment, without any factual basis!"

The deputy director smiled faintly and slowly closed the notebook.

"So we just summoned him for 24 hours in accordance with the law, so we can observe him closely to see if he poses any danger to society. If you want to bail him out, come back tomorrow."

The homeroom teacher was about to say something more, but Hua Shier waved his hand dismissively.

"Okay, teacher, don't worry, I'm fine. I'll be out in a day."

After hearing what he said, the teacher finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and said firmly:
"Okay. Then the teacher will pick you up tomorrow."

Hua Shier was taken to the detention room by Uncle Hat. The teacher followed them out, and just as they reached the police station's lobby, they heard a woman's voice shouting:
"Why won't you release him? It's not his fault! What about those two bitches?!"

This was immediately followed by a stern reprimand:

"We are acting in accordance with the law! We are warning you not to cause trouble here, or we will have to take coercive measures against you!"

The woman's voice grew even louder: "Come on, arrest me! Arrest my whole family!" Hua Shier walked into the hall, looked over there, and immediately his forehead was covered in black lines. He couldn't bear to look. The troublemaker was none other than that silly girl, Li Bala.

It turns out that after receiving He Yuanyuan's call, Li Bala rushed over without saying a word.

Hua Shier shouted at her impatiently, "Li Xiaojuan! What's all this fuss about? Go home right now!"

Li Bala turned her head and saw him; her eyes immediately reddened, but she still tried to put on a brave face.

"You bastard, how many times have I told you my name is Li Bala! I won't go back unless they let you go!"

Hua Shier glanced at the men in hats blocking her way; their expressions were grim, and they seemed ready to take coercive measures at any moment. She quickly spoke up:

"Can't you use your brain? I'll only lock you up for one day, you can go out tomorrow. If you cause trouble again, I'll detain you for fifteen days—by then I'll be out, and you'll still be stuck in there."

After hearing what he said, Li Bala fell silent.

The homeroom teacher also watched the video Jiang Jiao uploaded today and learned that Li Bala is Hua Shier's cousin. She immediately said to Hua Shier:

"Don't worry, leave her with the teacher. The teacher won't let her cause trouble."

After saying that, he quickly walked over, apologized to the men in hats, introduced himself as Hua Shier's homeroom teacher, briefly explained the situation, and then pulled Li Bala out of the police station.

Hua Shier was taken to the detention room. He was to stay there for twenty-four hours.

At the hospital, Zhang Yang's arms were in casts and immobilized. Jiang Jiao sat by the bedside, carefully feeding him water from a bowl.

Outside the ward, Mr. Jiang received a phone call. The caller told him in detail the cause and effect of the police investigation.

After hearing the whole story, when Jiang's father looked at Zhang Yang lying on the bed in the ward, his disgust was almost undisguised. It turned out that it was all caused by this gigolo!

He lowered his voice and said to the person on the other end of the phone:

"I don't care about the details. I just want to know what happened to that brat?"

The other person said something.

Mr. Jiang's voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of the nurses in the corridor.
"What? He's going to be released on bail tomorrow? And he might not even be held legally responsible? Is there no reasoning with this? He slapped my daughter, shouldn't he be executed?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, probably as they were trying to figure out why this richest man in Dongshan was so ignorant of the law.

The other party patiently explained the relevant legal provisions to him in detail.

After listening, Mr. Jiang suddenly realized and summarized it himself: "So that means as long as Zhang Yang's injuries are determined to cause limb dysfunction, we can get that kid in, right?"

He paused, then added fiercely:
"Never mind what happens later. Today, I'm going to vent my anger and teach that kid a lesson!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, Zhang Yang's father rushed over.

He saw Jiang's father at the ward door and quickly went up to greet him, his tone tinged with humility and guilt:
"Sorry, something came up and I was held up. I just got here."

Mr. Jiang was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he looked up and yelled, "Get out! Can't you see I'm on the phone?"

In the ward, Zhang Yang witnessed the entire scene. His face turned ashen, and he abruptly elbowed away the bowl of water that Jiang Jiao had brought to him.

The bowl of water crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces, splashing warm water all over the floor.

Jiang Jiao screamed in fright. Hearing his daughter's scream, Jiang's father rushed into the ward and asked repeatedly:

"What's wrong, honey? Did this kid bully you? Should Daddy kill him?"

Zhang Yang turned his head away, not daring to meet Jiang's father's gaze.

Jiang Jiao's eyes welled up with tears of grievance, but she still shook her head at her father:
"It's not his fault. I was just careless and didn't hold the bowl properly."

Mr. Jiang hugged his daughter tightly, his rough hands gently stroking her hair, murmuring something to her.

"Touch its fur, it won't scare you. Touch its ears, it'll scare you for a bit. Okay, okay, it's alright, it's alright."

That night, the police station had just finished handling a fight. The parties involved were all fairly cooperative in admitting their mistakes, but according to regulations, they would still have to be detained for the full twelve hours.

Hua Shier was sitting in the detention room, lost in thought, when the door to the detention room was opened and several people were shoved in.

Before leaving, Uncle Hat gave a final instruction: "Reflect on your actions, and no one is allowed to cause trouble." Then he went back to his post.

As soon as the door closed, the newcomers stood up, stretched their necks and wrists, and walked over to Hua Shier without prior arrangement.

The guy in the lead, who looked like Bald Qiang (a popular cartoon character), looked down at him. His tone was relatively polite, but the content of his words was anything but:
“Brother, don’t blame us. You’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have. Don’t resist. We’ll just break two of your ribs and one leg, and that’ll be enough. If you resist, you’ll be hurt much worse.”

After saying that, he took a step back and waved to his accomplices: "Get him."

Before he finished speaking, a kick came straight at Hua Shier's chest.

That kick was incredibly powerful, clearly aimed at breaking bones.

Hua Shier neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised his hand and gently flicked the instep of the man's foot. The foot then mysteriously changed direction and kicked one of Bald Qiang's accomplices squarely in the knee.

With a sharp crack, his accomplice screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his knees and rolling around on the floor.

Before the others could react, fists and feet were already raining down on Hua Twelve.

But strange things kept happening. Every time they threw a punch, it inexplicably hit their own people, and the blows were either to joints or vital points.

It took Uncle Hat only a few dozen seconds to hear the commotion and arrive. Of the five people who had just been locked up, three had broken bones and two were seriously injured. One of the seriously injured had been elbowed in the throat by his accomplice, his face turning blue and purple, and he almost suffocated on the spot; the other had his fingers pierced directly into his eye socket by his accomplice, and he screamed in agony.

Looking at Hua Shier again, he was sitting perfectly still in the same spot, his posture unchanged, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"What's going on?" A man in a hat, his forehead covered in cold sweat, asked Hua Twelve.

Hua Shier looked innocent and shrugged: "I don't know either. They started fighting as soon as they came in, it was terrifying."

Some people were busy contacting ambulances, while others were pulling up the surveillance footage from the detention room.

The video was played in slow motion several times before the truth came out: it was this group of people who initiated the attack on Hua Shier, but somehow, they ended up hitting their own people instead.

Throughout the entire video, Hua Shier did not get up. He merely parried a few times with his hands, his movements casual and nonchalant, as if shooing away flies. Those who watched the video exchanged bewildered glances, all thinking the same thing—it's fucking bizarre.

Meanwhile, in the Jiang family mansion, Jiang's father was fast asleep in bed when his phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone groggily and heard his friend from Guangzhou speaking urgently:

"Old Jiang! You absolutely mustn't mess with that Yu Tianlong! I've met a friend of his—he's the biggest smuggler! Our police have been conducting a month-long crackdown, and that's why he fled to Dongshan to lay low. These kinds of people are reckless; they're all desperate criminals."

Jiang Jiao's father was so startled that he almost threw his phone away. Remembering how he had ordered someone to teach the other person a lesson, he stammered, unable to speak coherently.

"Holy crap, is this the end?"

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