Law America, the Devil's Agent

Philadelphia, America.

In the old town, at the Curtis Law Firm, in the cubicle of a junior lawyer.

Link was pulled back to reality by the stinging pain in his fingertips.

As he sorted through his memories, he forgot about the cigarette butt that was about to burn out at his fingertips.

The cigarette butt fell onto the student loan bill that was being held down by a bottle of sleeping pills on the table, burning a large hole in it.

But the numbers on this bill remained unchanged.

Two thousand dollars.

Its total amount is US$378,000.

This may have been the final straw that broke the camel's back, leading her to take the drug and commit suicide.

Link stubbed out his cigarette and got up to go to the bathroom.

He turned on the tap, and the icy water revitalized his body, finally allowing him to process all the memories.

Without a doubt, he time-traveled.

After a drunken night, he transmigrated from a top-notch lawyer in his previous life in China into the body of this Chinese-American.

Link, 26 years old.

  

Having graduated from university law school and just passed the bar exam, I am now a junior lawyer at this law firm.

He was an orphan without parental support, and he climbed his way up to the bar exam through scholarships and student loans.

It's an inspirational story no matter how you look at it.

He even graced the cover of a university's admissions brochure.

But then what?

He's still revising his defense at 3 a.m., working as the most insignificant cog in this mid-sized law firm, earning an annual salary of $80,000.

But after all the federal and state taxes, Philadelphia city taxes, social security, and health insurance, you only get a little over 60,000.

However, the expenses that match his income are $1,000 a month in rent and $2,000 a month in student loan payments, which he managed to keep down thanks to an income-driven repayment plan.

Not to mention his girlfriend who complained about his low income and threatened to break up with him, and the seemingly endless wait for a permanent position.

The double blow to both emotions and the future—this is the truth behind the so-called upward mobility.

Worse still, he wasn't an Onsa; he was of Chinese descent.

Those arrogant Ansar lawyers in the law firm would naturally assume that they would be assigned the menial and tedious tasks.

Anyway, he's an orphan of Asian descent with no background, so he can be bullied and ostracized at will.

It wasn't until yesterday that I received my first consultation case that I handled independently.

"Mr. Nice Guy".

This is how people in the law firm refer to themselves.

Link showed no smile at this nickname, which was ostensibly a compliment but actually contained a hidden sarcasm.

The previous generation's forbearance and sacrifices went unrewarded.

Perhaps he needs to change his way of life.

Link walked back to his cubicle and let out a long sigh.

Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. Focus on the current case first, and see how things unfold.

The case materials for tomorrow's case were spread out on the table, and just as he was about to pick them up—

"You're still here, Link."

A voice came from outside the cubicle.

Link looked up.

Korna McLean.

The child of law firm partner old McLean.

Her beautiful curves were perfectly accentuated by the handcrafted dress, Italian leather shoes, and the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist was enough to pay off most of Link's loan.

She was still the object of the original man's fantasy, but unfortunately, Link didn't have any feelings for her now.

The young lady, a wealthy heiress, leaned against the partition of Link's cubicle, holding a glass of whiskey in her hand, reeking of alcohol.

"I knew you'd still be here; it's a good habit I developed while studying in China."

Kona handed over a stack of documents and then casually picked out a few green tickets.

"I drank too much at tonight's dance, so you can do the case review and forms for me tomorrow. Same as always."

Link accepted it casually and nodded slightly.

Two hundred dollars—this was the deal between her predecessor and this wealthy young man from the law firm, a way to earn a little extra money.

"I heard you have a consultation case tomorrow?"

"Yes, my first case."

Kona tilted her head: "I remember now!"

He must be a redneck soldier from that small town, whose wife is cheating on him and he's getting a divorce.

"Damn it, this poor bastard can't even afford alimony, how could he possibly have money to hire us?"

"It was a commission from the Soldiers' Association, and the law firm ultimately chose me after careful consideration."

"Come on, Link, what good thing could possibly come your way? It's just something that everyone else didn't want, so it was dumped on you like a bone given to a stray dog."

Kona waved.

"Don't take it so seriously. There's no point in taking this kind of case so seriously..."

"But I still want to give it a try."

Link's voice rang out steadily in the quiet night.

Kona paused, then turned around and looked at him seriously.

The bookworm who used to huddle in the corner of the law firm now seemed like a completely different person.

The evasiveness and cowardice in those eyes vanished, replaced by a confidence she had never seen before.

"Okay, this was just a colleague's advice."

Kona picked up her whiskey and took a sip, using the alcohol as a cover to avert her gaze from his face:

"Since you've made up your mind, I wish you good luck."

After saying this, the blonde noblewoman turned and left.

The sound of high heels faded into the empty corridor, leaving Link standing under the fluorescent light of his cubicle.

He did not see her off.

Just as they were talking, his gaze fell on the case files on the table.

A deep red, semi-transparent panel appeared out of thin air.

[Case detected x1, accept?]

Link held his breath.

Without a doubt, without question.

It's been hung up.

Then, the scene changed again, and the panel unfolded:

[God's Pure Land is gone; purgatory has returned to earth.]

When justice is lost, the devil should descend upon the world.

The Devil's Spokesperson System is now activated.

[The Devil's Deal: After completing a legal case, there is a high probability that you will receive an ability from the "Client," and a high probability that you will receive some Faith Points.]

[Note: The quality of the reward increases with customer satisfaction.]

[Current Status]

Name: Link

Age: 26

[Faith Points: 0 (100 points unlock Faith abilities)]

[Number of cases accepted: None]

[Talent Ability: None]

Link stared at the panel in front of him, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

He took on the case not because he valued it so much as his first case, but because this system, this unknown power, was the real turning point for him to escape the line of death.

In his previous life, as a top lawyer in China, he had seen too many dirty deals behind cases, but compared to the cases in the United States, they were nothing.

He had long heard of the justice that could not be obtained in European and American courts, and the truth that was crushed by money and power.

Devil's Advocate?

The description of American lawyers is surprisingly vivid.

In this chaotic world, why not become a devil for once?

Link had a sudden thought.

[The case has been accepted; the evil law will endure forever.]

Please provide excellent customer service and ensure their satisfaction.

The panel vanished into thin air, and Link began reading the dossier on the table.

……

Nine o'clock the next morning.

Link met his client, Daniel Cattlow, in the law firm's small conference room.

The man was thinner than he appeared in the file, reeked of alcohol, and had many needle marks on his arms.

And that bright red neck and those intricate tattoos.

This is so easy to recognize.

A redneck soldier who was used and discarded by the United States, developed alcohol and drug addictions after being discharged from the military.

The moment Daniel saw Link walk in, his cloudy gray-blue eyes changed.

He looked himself up and down, his Asian face pursed, his lips pressed tightly together, and the veins on his fists bulging.

Link, who had minored in micro-gesture expression in his previous life, was very familiar with this.

This is the prejudice ingrained in the bones of rednecks, and their instinctive hostility towards anything not of their kind.

This hostility is especially intense during the lowest and most desperate times in their lives.

"Hello, sir."

"You're my lawyer?"

Daniel didn't even offer the most basic courtesy; his tone was laced with undisguised perfunctoriness and disdain.

"I thought the association would at least send me a real lawyer. Oh well, there's no hope for this anyway."

Link sat down opposite him, crossed his hands on the table, and didn't say anything, just stared at him indifferently.

Daniel felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze.

"What? You don't understand English?"

He spoke in a gruff voice, the red on his neck deepening with his emotional outburst.

I said, there's no hope for this.

That bitch hired the best divorce lawyer in Philadelphia for that lesbian she slept with.

You're just a fresh-out-of-the-box newbie, what can you do?

FUCK OFF!

"Are you finished speaking?"

Link finally spoke.

Daniel was taken aback, then wanted to continue swearing.

"Now that you've finished talking, it's my turn."

Link abruptly interrupted him, pushing the file forward and leaning slightly forward.

"Let me tell you about you, Mr. Catello."

His tone was no longer polite or restrained:

"The file says you served in the army for twelve years."

You've killed people and been killed on the battlefields of the Middle East.

You feel it's hell on earth, a nightmare you never want to go back to. But there's still hope in your heart—your family, your life.

"Thankfully, you came back alive."

Link's tone was as steady as a scalpel.

"But unfortunately, you find out that your wife is having an affair with another woman right in your house, right in the bed you bought with your money."

But you dare not do anything; you don't even dare to act impulsively in anger.

Because impulsiveness comes at a price, and you can't afford to pay it.

Daniel's breathing became heavy, his fists clenched on his knees, his knuckles turning white.

"Shut up!"

"Then the Soldiers' Association found you a lawyer."

Link didn't stop, his tone indifferent:

You came full of hope, only to find a young Asian face as soon as you entered.

You felt it was all over. Even your last shred of hope had been thrown away like trash.

He looked directly into Daniel's eyes.

You feel the world is unfair to you. That's why you dare to be so rude.

Because you feel that the only people you can still step on in this damn country are outsiders like me.

"Am I right, Mr. North American Coward?"

Daniel suddenly stood up.

His face flushed bright red, burning from his neck down to his ears, and his hands were pressed on the table, veins bulging.

"Who do you think you are? You don't understand me at all!"

Link also stood up.

He stood ramrod straight, not much shorter than Daniel.

His imposing presence was equally impressive, forcefully suppressing the fierce aura of the seasoned veteran opposite him.

"you're right!"

Link spoke slowly and deliberately.

"But I only know one thing."

He walked around the table and stood in front of Daniel.

"That means you only have two choices now."

"First, walk out of this door, go back to that woman who's already been slept with by someone else, continue to wallow in self-pity, and wait for the court to award you your last penny to that slut you hate to the core."

Then, like a coward, he shot himself.

"Second, sit down. Tell me everything you know. Then..."

He paused for a moment, and a smile suddenly bloomed on his usually stern face.

In a daze, Daniel seemed to see a pair of sharp horns growing from Link's head, and the curve of his mouth was like a devil's smile.

It sends chills down your spine, yet it's also irresistible.

"Then let me take care of everything for you."

Daniel stood there, stunned.

The anger burning in my heart was mostly extinguished.

In front of Link, I began to feel an inexplicable sense of submission.

He sat down again.

Link smiled and came up behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Cheer up, sir."

It's time to make those two bitches pay.