Law America, the Devil's Agent

Twin Peaks, downtown Philadelphia.

The 35-story glass curtain wall building reflects a golden light in the afternoon sun.

This building belongs exclusively to the Vansk law firm.

The lawyers and assistants hurried by, their name tags gleaming coldly under the lights.

Legal figures who used to frequently appear on the covers of courts and newspapers are now as common as sands of sand here.

This is the foundation of one of Philadelphia's top five law firms.

It is a behemoth that truly wields influence in Philadelphia's legal community.

Robin stood at the building entrance, pushed his tie up, and took out an invitation from his pocket, handing it to the doorman.

The security guard glanced at him and then nodded.

"Thirty floors, someone will pick you up."

The elevator ascended, and the floor numbers displayed on the LCD screen.

Robin looked at his reflection in the mirrored elevator door, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the elevator doors were open.

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"Is that Attorney Robin?"

A young man stood at the elevator entrance with a standard smile on his face.

"I am."

"Hello, I'm an assistant from O'Mil's legal team. He's been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me."

Robin followed his assistant down the corridor until they arrived at the door of a luxuriously decorated conference room.

The meeting room door is now open.

Omir Sadic stood up from behind the conference table.

He was in his early forties, with brown hair, blue eyes, and well-defined features, wearing a well-fitting, luxurious light gray suit.

He greeted him with a smile, "Attorney Robin Klein! I've heard so much about you. Please have a seat, coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, thank you."

Robincoe sat down on one side of the conference table, his fingers unconsciously stroking the armrest of the leather chair.

He seemed a little nervous; it appeared he had something difficult to say.

Omir squinted at the tiny movement, and a plan gradually formed in his mind.

The assistant brought in two cups of coffee and left the meeting room, closing the door behind him.

He calmly sized up Robin, then smiled and said:

"Mr. Robin, if I remember correctly, we seem to be on opposing sides right now, debating the Philadelphia hospital serial killer case."

Strictly speaking, we are still enemies.

If you visit them at this time, your client might have some complaints, right?

Upon hearing this, Robinck nonchalantly replied:

"This was not a case I wanted to take in the first place. I only took this criminal defendant's case because I was forced by circumstances."

To be honest, it was an impulsive decision at the time, and looking back now, I regret it a little.

Omir didn't speak, but a hint of sarcasm flashed across his lips.

"Mr. Robin, what you just said inevitably raises suspicions of violating legal ethics."

Although we belong to two different parties, we must still adhere to the most basic professional ethics towards our clients.

Robin's cheek twitched, then he quickly explained:

"No, no, Mr. Omir, you've misunderstood."

What I mean is, I am no longer the lead attorney in the Hawthorne case.

I have no further vested interest in this case, which is why I am able to come and see you.

"Um?"

Omir crossed his arms in front of his abdomen and looked at him cautiously.

"I...I've been fired from Curtis Law Firm."

Robink confessed in despair, his words filled with resentment and hatred.

"Fuck! I've been in Curtis for so many years, and they just kick me out like this!"

Overcome with emotion, he even lost control and frantically pounded on the table.

"Damn it! Damn Dylan McKellen, damn Link, one day I'll make you pay!"

"Link?"

Omir ignored his lapse in composure and instead pondered the name carefully.

At this moment, the assistant standing to the side added appropriately:

"That's the Chinese-American lawyer who handled the Winthrop case."

You've seen the news photos too.

Omir then nodded as if he suddenly understood.

"It's him."

Robin clenched his back teeth, his massive jaw trembling slightly.

"He stole my position, took my case, and kicked me out of Curtis."

He puts on a respectable act in front of others, but I know what kind of person he is!

An opportunistic, ungrateful yellow-skinned man!

Omir tapped the rim of his cup lightly with his finger; he did not join in the insults directed at Link.

After thinking for a moment, he said calmly:

"So, Mr. Robin, is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"

Robin took a deep breath.

"I can provide you with intelligence."

I can tell Link about this person's work style, thinking habits, and weaknesses.

He worked under me for more than half a year, so I know him.

In addition, I have internal updates from Curtis Law Firm regarding the Hawthorne case.

Although I've been kicked out now, I handled those case materials and I know them inside and out.

I can give you all this information, but I have only one request.

"Um?"

"Give me a position, the team leader position in your team."

"Let's work together to crush Curtis Law Firm. Let's teach that arrogant Chinese-American monkey a lesson!"

Omir remained silent, his lips still curved in a polite smile, but the sarcasm in his eyes grew stronger.

But on the surface, he still said happily:

"The information you provided is very important to me."

You may send me any relevant information via email or document later.

I will seriously consider your position on my team. Thank you for your visit today.

Robin stood up happily and firmly grasped Omir's outstretched hand.

Before leaving, he emphasized his own value once again, and then left reluctantly.

The door closed gently behind Robinck.

A moment later, the assistant returned through the door.

O'Mill stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing indifferently at the Philadelphia skyline, lost in thought.

"Sir, are we really going to reserve a spot for Robinko in the team? His abilities are among the best in the industry..."

"Who said I was going to save a seat for him? Does he deserve it?"

Omir turned around, the gentle politeness in his voice completely gone:

"Wouldn't it be better if this useless old bastard just stayed in Curtis as his team leader, took over the Hawthorne case, and was eventually slaughtered in court like a docile sheep?"

They couldn't even keep their own positions, and they've brought us new troubles.

He walked back to the conference table, loosened his tie, and calmed his long-suppressed anger.

The assistant was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Link is a rising star in Philadelphia's legal scene, and his performance in the Winthrop case was textbook-worthy."

Bold, ruthless, logically rigorous, and with solid skills, this kind of person cannot be dealt with using conventional strategies in court.

"I know.

Robincoe is such a stupid donkey.

Instead of sharing practical advice, they come here and spout nonsense about opportunism and ingratitude.

Omir let out a long breath and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice. His assistant immediately brought him a lit cigarette.

"A young man who can perform like this on his first court appearance—his mental fortitude, adaptability, and ability to control the situation are something Robinck could never learn in his lifetime."

Link deserves my serious attention.

The assistant nodded, but still hesitated.

"The information Robin provided..."

"It's still somewhat useful; I'll get my hands on it for reference."

Omir picked up the meeting minutes his assistant had placed on the table and glanced at them:

"It seems we need to start all over again with what we've collected and summarized before."

But our chances of winning are still extremely high.

Contact the media outlets we've been in contact with, and try to put some pressure on this young man.

The assistant nodded and noted down Omir's orders.

"What do you think Link will do next?"

Omir stared intently at the burning tobacco in his hand, and through the puffs of smoke, he murmured:

"This person likes to take the initiative and will never sit idly by and wait to be the defendant, accepting the challenge from the spot."

Fortunately, his previous lawyer was Robin Klein, and we had already taken the initiative before he took over.

However, don't let your guard down; keep a close eye on him.

We must be aware of any unusual activity and then take preemptive action.

After giving some instructions on arrangements and plans, the assistant left the luxurious conference room.

Omir was the only one left in the huge room.

The seasoned lawyer muttered to himself:

"The game has begun."