Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 163 [The Final Justice]

time.

April 10th.

The weather is as good as ever.

It seems as if God wants to use this brilliant sunshine to pierce through all the darkness and filth in this world.

At least, that's what many people think.

People who think this way naturally feel that Ethan was wronged, just like the four-ship case.

By nine o'clock in the morning, people had already come out of their homes spontaneously.

Today is a special day, many factories and companies are simply closed, and shops are also closed.

The main reason is that everyone is really curious to see how this unprecedented public trial will proceed and how it will end.

The public trial was held at the Isis Bank outside Beihai Street.

Because this is the starting point of Winster and the most important city core. It is even said that there was a temple of Poseidon here a long time ago.

Holding a public trial in this place was in line with everyone's wishes.

It's truly divine.

nine thirty.

Ethan changed his clothes at home. He was wearing a pure white suit today, as if to say that he was pure and flawless, and everything was a false accusation by others.

As soon as he went out, the reporters who had been waiting for a long time rushed over. If it weren't for the people from the Kingdom Statistics Bureau stopping him, Ethan probably wouldn't have left his home.

So, it seemed like yesterday all over again.

The people who were supposed to be escorting Ethan now seemed to have become the guards who cleared the way for him.

Unlike last time, this time, many people shouted at his car along the way: "Ethan, we believe you are innocent!"

"It must be safe!"

This shows Ethan's current popularity.

There was still some distance from Ethan's house to the shore of Isis, and due to the traffic congestion along the way, it was not until after half past ten that Ethan's car barely arrived near Beihai Street.

Beihai Street had been occupied a long time ago. Not only the roadside but also the high-rise buildings were full of people.

It is indeed correct to say that this is the most prosperous event in Winster in recent years.

After a burst of dense flashes of light, Ethan finally passed through the crowd and arrived at the final destination.

The sea is coming towards us, the sunlight shines on the sea, and rippling waves are rising.

Coming towards them was, of course, Joseph, who had been waiting here for a long time.

Joseph was not wearing a military uniform today. He was wearing a well-tailored brown suit with some delicate stripes on it. He had a kind smile on his face and looked quite friendly yet noble. When he saw Ethan, he waved to him.

It was as if he was not here to judge Ethan today, but to invite him to dinner.

In fact, the entire scene did not look like a trial scene. There was no high-ranking presiding judge, and no clear-cut pros and cons.

There are only two long tables facing each other.

Naturally, Joseph did not play alone today. Besides himself, there was a group of unfamiliar people standing beside him.

These people did not look like members of the military. They did not have the coldness and iron-bloodedness of soldiers. They all wore navy blue uniforms, and some even wore glasses. There was a hint of wisdom on everyone's face, and the overall look was deep and mysterious.

Ethan knew, however, that these people were part of Joseph's specially transferred audit team from the capital. They came from the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance and were all top-notch professionals who had handled countless financial and tax incidents, accidents, and crimes. In other words, Joseph had already brought out his most powerful weapon today.

Although Ethan was just a mafia boss in Winchester, Joseph adhered to that principle.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

As for Ethan, he only brought one person with him, that is, Bob.

Bob Olde.

Of course, Bob is no longer a nobody in the Winster area. After the last four-ship case, he has become the most famous lawyer in Winster, on par with Duval.

But compared with the other side, it seems that we have returned to the original situation.

Because, on the opposite side, the great lawyer Duval, once the golden sign of the legal community in Winston, is only ranked last in Joseph's lineup, with the image of a consultant.

Of course, Ethan didn't really have only Bob as his assistant. Ned also came to the scene today, but he could not perform the duties and powers of the presiding judge today. He was just an observer.

Even if he could speak up for Ethan, the effect would be limited.

"Ethan, Ethan, you look so perfect today, very photogenic. Come, before everything starts, let's take a photo together. I'm afraid you won't be able to stand up in a while."

Joseph walked over quickly. Although his tone was gentle, his words were full of provocation.

"That doesn't necessarily mean anyone can't stand up, Chief Joseph." Ethan smiled and shook hands with him.

Both of them laughed in a playful manner.

Then, before the atmosphere became completely tense, the two of them turned around and looked at the reporters behind them.

Those who could stand in the front row were naturally the reporters that Joseph valued, many of whom were from the royal capital.

After taking a group photo, one of the reporters immediately asked a pointed question: "Mr. Ethan, I love your paintings very much. Whether it's 'The Orphans of San Quanti' or 'The Persistence of Memory', they both make people empathize and contemplate. Your compassion and philosophical thinking have captivated me and many people across the kingdom. But now that you're embroiled in such a crime, doesn't that mean those paintings weren't truly yours?"

Ethan looked at him for a long time without saying anything.

The scene was a bit cold.

The reporter didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Did I hit the nail on the head?"

"No." Ethan finally spoke, "I was just observing your appearance. Actually, I've already thought of the name of my next painting, 'The Last Justice.' You will be in the painting. As for whether it's my true love, please be sure to appreciate it carefully when the time comes."

“…” Ethan’s words made the reporter on the opposite side silent. He didn’t know what to say.

In particular, Ethan asked again: "By the way, could you tell me your name? Which newspaper do you belong to?"

The reporter couldn't help but take a step back. If Ethan really won the lawsuit and drew a picture like this...

With Ethan's influence, he's likely to be infamous for eternity.

"Okay, Ethan, stop scaring others. Let's get started. Last Justice? I like the name. Please draw it. I'll frame it and hang it in the most conspicuous place."

Joseph interrupted their confrontation.

The sun is still bright and warm.

But the sea breeze gradually blew up, blowing the corners of everyone's clothes.

The real showdown is about to begin.

In the end, who will be on the side of justice?

(End of this chapter)