Law America, the Devil's Agent

Omir sat up straight, crossed his hands on the table, and switched back from his previous state of reflection to a state of precise professional focus.

"First, regarding the serial hospital murders, we will voluntarily withdraw the charges."

This misunderstanding, caused by a mismanagement within the hospital, will finally be cleared of all wrongdoing.

Dr. Nathaniel Hawthorne will be reinstated as Associate Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, with better career advancement opportunities and academic resources.

Second, we immediately restored Dr. Hawthorne's reputation and issued a formal apology statement through mainstream media.

The relevant economic compensation and mental distress damages will be paid in accordance with the highest standards.

Third, the hospital will fully support the drug corruption case involving Alan Morrison and two others!

We will provide complete witness testimonies and physical evidence to assist you and Prosecutor Elena in investigating the case and to help Philadelphia General Hospital clear its name.

"Pfft—"

Upon hearing this, Link couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, and his voice was so loud that it interrupted Omir's speech.

But he quickly waved his hand, signaling him to continue.

"There's a fourth one, right? Tell me all of them together."

Omir paused for a moment.

He was a little puzzled as to why Link was laughing, but he continued anyway.

He paused for a moment, but when he spoke again, his voice suddenly had a different quality.

It's a more subtle allure, permeating between the syllables.

Fourth, of course, there are also benefits from Attorney Link.

You will receive a personal gift from that gentleman after the case is completely resolved.

This could be a long-term leasehold of a high-end hotel apartment in downtown Philadelphia.

I've seen that house; it's in the best location imaginable. The Delaware River is right outside the window, and the night view is beautiful.

You could also choose to try something that changes your physical condition...

You know what I'm talking about: cutting-edge biotechnology that you can't find on the market, which can give you results in a few weeks that you can't achieve in any gym.

They might also have gotten wind of our message to join a private and exciting party...

That gentleman's circle includes some names you wouldn't expect: politicians, businessmen, Hollywood producers, and unapproachable movie stars.

  

The resources and connections they possess are things you wouldn't have access to in any law firm's partner office.

At the same time, you can also spend a short time with popular male and female celebrities and enjoy the excitement that you can't experience in your daily life.

Or... an unforgettable experience.

You will arrive at an extraordinary paradise where all your fantasies and delusions can be realized in that experience.

There are no laws, no regulations there.

Just tell me, and someone will arrange it for you.

Link sat firmly on the spot, his body relaxed, as if he was really thinking carefully about these conditions.

His fingers slowly traced circles along the rim of the wine glass, a familiar smile playing on his lips.

But deep within his pupils, in the shadows where the dim light of the private room couldn't reach, a subtle change was taking place.

The black pupils silently split open to the sides, transforming into a pair of cold, amber-colored horizontal pupils.

[Devil's Eye] was automatically triggered as soon as something unusual was detected.

[(Mutated Demon Species) Bewitching Magic Demon:]

It originated from the demonic practice of mastering the law and specializing in sophistry.

He spends his life immersed in places of lust and debauchery, moving between lecherous ghosts and lustful women.

Besides being proficient in sophistry and deception, he was especially skilled at seduction.

He craved Slaanesh, craved transgression, and craved to dangle more prey into that web woven from interests and connections.

(Omir Sadic:

Having desires is good; having greed is even better.

Ultimately, he was just a small-time lawyer from a poor background with some ability.

Please agree to our terms, child.

Your first 20 years were a nightmare of a life with no one to rely on, tormented by poverty, discrimination, and failure for far too long!

You crave all of this more than anyone else.

Seize this opportunity, integrate into this circle, and become one of us.

Once you nod, you'll no longer be that insignificant nobody who's been lost in the dust.

Link took it all in, and the horizontal pupils deep in his eyes quietly faded away.

He seemed to remember something, and then grinned.

He slowly picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then gently placed the glass back on the table.

The crisp sound of glass colliding was particularly clear in the quiet private room.

"Mr. Omir, now that you've set a price, let's discuss it point by point."

First, regarding the withdrawal of the serial murder case in the first point—you don't need to withdraw it.

Because the most panicked person right now isn't me, it's you.

This case is a complete fabrication from beginning to end, and I have obtained a complete chain of evidence sufficient to overturn all the charges.

I am fully capable of clearing away these injustices one by one and restoring my client's reputation piece by piece, once the corruption case at Philadelphia General Hospital is accepted by the federal court.

Your so-called withdrawal of the lawsuit is nothing more than writing the victory that should have belonged to me in advance on a piece of waste paper that can be taken back at any time.

I don't need this.

Second, regarding the restoration of reputation and a public apology.

Mr. Omir, you're a newspaper reader too.

You can open the front page of any news website now and see what prefix is ​​now attached to the name of my client, Nathaniel Hawthorne.

A devout saint. A great Philadelphia whistleblower.

This wasn't given to me by you; I typed it out myself yesterday afternoon.

I have already recovered his right to reputation.

As for apologies and compensation.

In this situation, you don't need to use this as an excuse to fob me off.

I won't take it; you will naturally offer it to me with both hands.

The anger in Philadelphia toward your hospital is like a pressure cooker that could explode at any moment. If you want to quell public anger, you must do the right thing.

But now you're talking to me about this as a benefit—this isn't a benefit, it's something you owe him.

You threw back at me what I had earned, like you were giving money to a beggar...

Do you think I would reach out and take it?

I am not a beggar.

These things are not charity from you!

Do you understand, Mr. O'Mill?

Omir was embarrassed by his merciless words, but he still maintained his polite smile.

He picked up his glass and took a sip, using this action to conceal the slight stiffness in his lips.

"Attorney Link, what you said makes a lot of sense."

but……"

"The third point!"

Link didn't give him the chance to make an excuse or catch his breath.

"The hospital provided witnesses and physical evidence to assist us in investigating the corruption case involving Alan Morrison and others—"

This is something you should do too, not a favor you're giving me.

In a corruption case that has already been filed by both the DEA and the local prosecutor's office, the hospital's failure to voluntarily hand over evidence constitutes obstruction of justice, which in itself could constitute a new federal crime.

Your current claim of "assisting in the investigation" is nothing more than a desperate attempt to buy yourselves a way to atone for your mistakes.

Keep that straw you've been clinging to; I already have a complete chain of evidence.

Omir's smile finally faded.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at Link with a more cautious gaze.

"And what about the fourth point?"

"Attorney Link doesn't seem interested in these things either?"

Link put down his glass, and the smile on his lips became subtle.

"I'd rather die than go to that hellhole you've prepared."

Of course, he didn't publicly shout out this utterly truthful statement.

But he did find the so-called paradise that Omir described to be nauseating.

"Regarding the fourth point, I think it's not a matter of whether I'm interested or not, but rather..."

He said this in a relaxed and casual tone, as if he were casually declining an invitation to a dinner that he didn't like.

But there was no hint of joking in those deep black eyes:

"Mr. Omir, I think it's best if I don't join your circle."

A circle that can cut ties with its own few congressmen at any time, a behind-the-scenes boss that even a follower like Allen wouldn't personally step in to protect...

Do you think I would feel comfortable accepting this kind of connection?

I have absolutely no interest in fitting into your circle.

I would never willingly send myself into a place where I can't even see where the door is before I've figured out your true intentions.

As for the so-called cutting-edge biotechnology and personalized experiences...

Thank you, I am very satisfied with my current physical and mental state.

He downed the red wine in one gulp, placed the empty glass on the table, leaned forward slightly, and crossed his hands on the edge of the table.

"Mr. Omir, the four conditions you set are all just you repackaging what you were originally obligated to hand over as a favor to me."

You never intended to negotiate with me on an equal footing from the very beginning.

You just want to appease me at the lowest possible cost and make me quit while I'm ahead.

But I'm not one to give up easily. Since you didn't come with sincerity, let's talk in a different way:

From now on, in order to resolve your huge problem, you'd better listen to my demands!