Law America, the Devil's Agent

Link stood silently in the crowd, watching everything that was happening.

He did not join in the celebration of this masterpiece he had created; instead, he silently went downstairs and left the Seventh Court.

As the crowd dispersed, he stood in a corner of the courtroom lobby on the first floor, as if waiting for something.

A moment later, Nathaniel slowly broke free from the crowd and arrived as promised.

Now, he has changed from his previous dejected and lonely state to a spirited and energetic one.

He wore a neat and sharp suit with well-fitting shoulders and a tie that was tied perfectly.

"Congratulations! You've finally brought those you reported who tormented and framed you to justice."

Link smiled and extended his hand to the client:

"I have given you the justice you needed."

Nathaniel grasped his hand, suppressing his excitement, and nodded vigorously.

"This is something I've always dreamed of. Thank you for making it happen."

He paused, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"only……"

"Unfortunately, the person behind the case that you speculated and pondered in your documents is actually a high-ranking member of the hospital, which is connected to Allen and his team online, and is still hiding behind this case."

They still haven't dug him out.

Link whispered what he said for him.

Nathaniel didn't say much, he just nodded silently.

Link nodded noncommittally, but did not continue the topic.

Instead, he changed the subject and started his own rhythm.

"Mr. Nathaniel, do you know?"

In the ancient East, the land where my bloodline originates, there once lived a proverb—

An ant trying to shake a tree is admirable for overestimating its own strength.

But I don't really like that sentence.

I prefer the other sentences—

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A small leak will sink a great ship.

"Be patient for now, accumulate strength, and wait for the opportune moment."

Upon hearing the transliteration of these two proverbs, Nathaniel frowned thoughtfully.

Link didn't seem to care and continued:

"While justice and fairness are important, we must also consider our own capabilities."

Justice delayed may be imperfect, but it is still far better than recklessly throwing one's life away.

Since you consider me a friend, I will share these ancient wisdoms with you.

Consider it a gift from me.

Nathaniel remained silent for a long time, slowly pondering the weight of Link's words in his mind.

Then he took a deep breath, turned to Link, and extended his right hand:

"Thank you for your Eastern wisdom."

Without a doubt, after you saved my first life, you gave me a second.

Link grasped his hand and shook his head.

Whether you're first or second, your life is your own.

I was simply helping you clear some obstacles as your hired lawyer.

At that moment, a commotion arose outside the courtroom...

There is no doubt that it was the media and the public waiting for the final outcome of this sensational case that had shaken the entire city.

What followed was the exposure of countless microphones and cameras, and the preparation of countless traffic and headlines.

Nathaniel glanced in that direction, then turned back to look at his lawyer.

The Chinese man raised an eyebrow and pointed to the door:

"Go on. You still have things to do."

Nathaniel nodded and strode toward the courthouse doors.

As he pushed open the heavy oak door, a burst of light flooded in from outside, and all the flashbulbs went off at the same time.

Countless microphones stretched out from behind the police line, and the shouts of reporters merged into a noisy sea.

He stood at the top of the steps, looking down at the dense crowd below.

Then Nathaniel pulled a bound document from his briefcase:

That's a judgment that the court just issued!

He held it high, facing all the cameras, and announced in a clear and loud voice:

Philadelphia General Hospital drug corruption case – Victory!

All defendants were found guilty!

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Then he opened his arms, strode down the steps, and walked toward a small, quiet spot at the edge of the crowd.

Those were his family, those were his supporters.

They embraced tightly once again.

Reporters frantically pressed their shutters. Countless people were deeply moved by this touching scene.

The blond boy peeked out from his family's arms, his gaze passing through the gaps in the crowd to a secluded corner at the top of the courthouse steps.

There was a tall, slender figure slowly walking towards a corner of the courthouse.

The boy recognized him as the lawyer who had once painted with him, and then waved vigorously at him.

Link turned around, raised his phone and waved it gently at him, then disappeared into the afternoon sunlight.

Like a silent shadow.

……

Link pushed open the door to the washroom in the side hall of the courthouse.

The two people standing in front of the sink arrived as promised:

Omir Sadic, wearing a light gray suit, was wiping his hands with a tissue.

Quinil stood behind him, still holding the leather briefcase. When he saw Link walk in, he instinctively took a half-step back.

"Attorney Link, what a coincidence."

After wiping the water off his hands, Omir took out a cigarette case from his pocket and showed it to Link.

"Want to smoke one together?"

"it is good."

The three of them went to the smoking area in the side corridor of the courthouse restroom.

A man in a black security uniform was already standing there. When he saw Omir approaching, he nodded slightly and then turned to Link.

Link patted all his pockets to indicate that he had no recording equipment.

The security guards scanned the area again with a portable detector, then retreated to stand guard at the entrance to the smoking area.

Omir handed Link a cigarette and lit it for him with his own lighter.

They each took a drag, and the smoke slowly dissipated in the afternoon air.

"Today's trial was very clean."

In his final testimony, Mr. Nathaniel only mentioned three people in the hospital's management, without dragging in any unnecessary individuals.

Given his stubborn nature, it's already quite impressive that he's managed to do this much.

It's clear, Mr. Link, that you gave him excellent advice and guidance beforehand. Thank you.

Omir flicked his cigarette ash, his tone casual, but the praise in his words was genuine.

"That gentleman is very satisfied with the result."

"This is something we agreed upon beforehand."

He cooperated, and I cooperated. That gentleman followed the rules. So let's both act according to the rules.

"Yes. Follow the rules."

Omir took a filled-out check from his pocket, held it between his index and middle fingers, and handed it to him.

"This is a small token of appreciation from that gentleman."

The previously agreed-upon investment of 500,000, plus an additional 500,000, is to recognize your commitment.

"And we will fully repay all the conditions and assistance we promised you later."

Link took the check, glanced at the number, and carefully put it into his pocket.

The conditions previously agreed upon by both parties:

Foundation funding, Nathaniel's job assignment and academic resources, and support for the establishment of the law firm's new department.

—Although some of the terms have been implemented after the negotiations, the core fulfillment remains unresolved.

The conclusion of today's trial means that the other side can finally breathe a sigh of relief, confirming that Link will no longer set fire to places where it shouldn't be.

The remaining promises will be fulfilled one by one starting today.

"Someone will contact you about the follow-up arrangements within the next week."

The foundation's second tranche of funding, the list of nominees for the new department, and the final payment for your friend's project on Kensington Street.

O'Mill stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray:

"All funds will be credited to your account."

"Okay. I'll have Benny prepare the receipts and progress reports and send them to you later."

The two exchanged a few more words about the foundation's audit process and the timeline for setting up the new department, and finalized the remaining details in just a few sentences.

Link stubbed out his cigarette, nodded to Omir, and turned to leave.

But Omir suddenly called out to him.

"Mr. Link, are you really not considering joining us?"

Link turned around, a smile playing on his lips, the same one he always wore when facing Omir.

"Thank you for your kindness, Attorney Omir and that gentleman."

However, I will give the same answer as before—I'm really sorry.

Omir wasn't angry.

He leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, but didn't light it. He just twirled it between his fingers twice and then raised one eyebrow.

"What if I said—would you consider joining Vansk?"

It's not about joining us, it's about joining Vansk.

We are one of the top five law firms in Philadelphia, a world apart from Curtis, a mid-sized firm.

We have better connections, better customers, and a better platform.

"Your abilities are more than enough for a bigger stage. What do you say?"

Link stood at the entrance to the smoking area, the morning light streaming in through the window behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

He was silent for a moment, then turned around, reached out, and took the business card from Omir's hand.

Thank you for your high regard.

I'll accept this business card.

He put the business card in his suit pocket, waved to O'Mill, and turned to walk toward the courthouse parking lot.

Watching Link accept the business card and walk away, Omir's smile lingered for a long time.

He waved his hand to dispel the smell of smoke from his clothes and slowly walked outside.

Quinil immediately came to greet him and followed him outside.

On the way, Quinil couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Mr. Omir, are you really planning to let him into Vansk?"

"Huh? You disagree?"

Quinil blushed and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"No...no, I mean, he made us suffer such a huge loss this time, sir, you still..."

Omir asked with a smile, "What did I lose?"

"He caused you to lose the case, and even more..."

"We lost? We were the plaintiffs, we just withdrew the lawsuit. Besides, I'm not the one who suffered the biggest loss."

But if you work as a lawyer, you have to understand this.

While our position is that of our clients, it is only temporary.

After a case is over, lawyers are never enemies.

Quinil nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.

After instructing his subordinate, Omir couldn't help but sigh:

"Besides, I'd rather be friends with someone like Link than enemies."