HBWMA -Chapter 347 My Justice

In just two hours, Jiang Huashan single-handedly pushed the gun murder case to its peak of public attention.

The keyboard warriors, furious and humiliated after being called “worms,” were practically pounding their chests in rage as they directly lashed out at the Nanwan Police Department, questioning the fairness of its law enforcement.

[Why is a murderer still allowed online? Who gave her that power??]

The Nanwan Police Department didn’t indulge them either and issued a strong official response on its website:

—[We handle cases strictly in accordance with the law. Challenge with evidence; false accusations will be prosecuted!]

The keyboard “worms” had never seen a government agency with such a sharp tone before. Feeling both provoked and wary, they shifted their fire back to Jiang Huashan again.

But soon, they were completely stunned—because Jiang Huashan’s replies were not only getting faster, but also becoming increasingly vicious.

How was this even possible? Could she have learned some kind of shadow clone technique?

Whale River Hospital.

Inside a VIP ward, Fu Sui’er was dressed in an oversized hospital gown. Even though an IV drip still hung above her head, her hands didn’t slow down for even a second.

“Come on! I specially crammed an advanced ‘oral organ combat technique’ last night—I’m terrifyingly strong right now!”

Fu Sui’er had entered full-scale counterattack mode. Anyone who dared to say a single bad word about Jiang Huashan would instantly face her wrath, as she transformed into a “shit-covered spear,” determined to fairly and thoroughly disgust every single worm.

The more she cursed, the more fired up she became—until suddenly, there were no more “worms” left to argue with.

“…Huh?”

What happened?

Confused, Fu Sui’er opened the comment history, only to discover that at some unknown point, a new wave of “Jiang Huashan” accounts had flooded the comment section.

Each one of them was like a “shit-covered spear,” centering their attacks around reproductive organs, using sexual impotence as a radius, and sarcasm and mockery as their main tone in a full-scale counteroffensive.

Question: how filthy were the insults? The kind that would make your eyeballs feel like they’d get inflamed just looking at them.

[As expected, the power of capital is truly eye-opening. Shen family’s bots arrived so quickly.]

[Hahaha, I almost believed it if I hadn’t paid a single cent.]

[Sorry, I’m not here to defend capital—I just came online to lose my mind.]

[What a coincidence, me too! After cursing for a bit I actually felt so relieved. No wonder some people love being keyboard worms.]

[Sorry, I’m not from capital—I just don’t like people sympathizing with rapists.]

[We are not Jiang Huashan… but then again, who among us isn’t Jiang Huashan?]

In just one minute, more than five thousand comments appeared, each one defending its own behavior.

Only then did people realize: these “shit-covered spears” could actually speak like normal human beings.

This silent war of words was quiet—but unprecedented in scale.

Before the Nanwan Police convoy even entered the headquarters compound, they were blocked by reporters outside.

Because of the special nature of the case, public attention in Country A was extremely high. Combined with Jiang Huashan’s repeated provocations, the incident had already surpassed every previous news event in the country’s history in terms of trending intensity.

“Miss Jiang, what do you have to say about the negative impact this has caused?”

“Miss Jiang, please give a brief response.”

The police car was completely surrounded, and even Ma Wen had to personally step out to maintain order. After a ten-minute standoff, no police reinforcement came from the Whale Harbor Police Headquarters—clearly intentional.

Attorney Chen looked out the window at the situation.

“Miss Jiang, don’t worry, in a moment…”

Before she could finish, there was a sharp “clang” as the car door suddenly opened.

Before anyone could react, Jiang Huashan jumped straight out of the vehicle.

“?”

“!”

Even Ma Wen froze. He hurriedly coordinated with his subordinates to form a human wall, shielding her in the center.

The reporters, stunned for a second, immediately became excited and rushed forward with microphones.

“Miss Jiang, is the girl holding a gun in the video you?”

Attorney Chen quickly jumped out of the car. “My client refuses to answer any—”

Jiang Huashan snatched a microphone directly from a reporter’s hand.

“Yes. That’s me.”

Attorney Chen froze, looking at her in despair. A disaster-level opening like this—how was this case even supposed to be defended?

Cameras clicked rapidly, capturing this absurd and surreal moment.

Reporters who had secured access to the Chief Commissioner-level scene were not rookies. Many had even interviewed heads of state.

Even leaders like Yao Jun, when faced with life-altering accusations, would typically avoid direct confrontation. Yet this girl was extraordinarily direct—whether it was innocence, recklessness, or fearless youth, no one could tell.

“Miss Jiang, you are not yet sixteen. Do you intend to use juvenile protection laws as your defense?”

“Miss Jiang, do you understand that if you exploit legal loopholes despite overwhelming evidence, it will cause enormous harm to the public trust in Country A?”

“Miss Jiang, regardless of legal procedure, do you think you are guilty? Have you ever felt remorse?”

One sharp question after another was thrown at her. The reporters were chasing truth and headlines, and even if they acknowledged her courage, they showed no mercy.

Under the camera lights, her young and strikingly beautiful face remained calm, her eyes dark and clear.

Outside the frame, countless people were watching her.

Power players, admirers, family, friends, strangers—and those who hated her.

She was calm.

“I am indeed grateful that I am only sixteen, because that only further proves that those people deserve to go to hell.”

The reporters froze.

Jiang Huashan turned the microphone toward the crowd.

“Being a minor—some use it as a shield to hate me, others use it to pity me for suffering this fate so young. Both emotions come from the same source. So the problem is not how old I am.”

“It is you standing in front of me—who exactly are you empathizing with?”

The reporters fell silent, unable to respond.

Knowing there would be no answer, she took the microphone back.

“I will answer the third question first. I do not believe I am guilty. Therefore, in the upcoming trial, I will refuse all assistance from my family and defend myself.”

“Second question—facts are not the same as justice. So personally, I believe that if I ultimately win this case, it will only prove that justice is evolving.”

“Now, make way. I am going to meet my justice.”