HBWMA -Chapter 354 Your Justice Is Not My Justice

The moment those words were spoken, the entire courtroom erupted. Even the ever-composed Gongyi Hui was stunned for a long while before remembering to restore order.

“Order!”

“Please maintain order.”

The gavel struck repeatedly before the crowd gradually quieted down.

The prosecution was caught completely off guard. If what Jiang Huashan said was true, then the issue of the gun’s origin would no longer pose a threat.

Theft was a personal act—at worst a civil dispute. It was nowhere near on the same level as the charge of the Shen family misusing military armory. Even if Jiang Huashan were ultimately punished as an individual, the Shen family itself would suffer no real loss. That outcome clearly went against their intentions.

But that wasn’t the key point.

The real issue was that in A Country’s 300-year history, there had only been ten Seven-Star Generals—and the Shen family alone accounted for two of them. This highest honor was typically reserved for martyrs who had sacrificed their lives for the nation. The weight behind Shen Zhuang’s distinction spoke for itself.

And yet, with just one sentence, this young girl had won the Shen family a wave of admiration across the court.

Inside the courtroom, strict rules applied. Even if the audience felt deeply moved, they could only suppress their emotions.

But outside the courtroom, things were very different.

The livestream platforms were flooded with millions of comments.

[Damn, forgive my ignorance—I just looked it up. Turns out our country really does have ‘Golden Gun Generals’! Looks like Jiang Huashan wasn’t lying.]

[So if that’s the case, her taking a gun from her own family has nothing to do with military weapons or supplies.]

[Don’t get misled! Even if it’s not military property, does that make her innocent? Can’t a martyr’s family still produce bad apples? No matter what, she used a gun to kill people—that’s a fact!]

[Why are you so worked up? We’re just discussing the gun. Aside from the killing, the gun’s origin was always a major concern.]

[Fun fact: Do you know why only four of the ten Seven-Star Generals were awarded Golden Guns? Because there are two extremely strict conditions—first, they must be descendants of martyrs; second, within three generations of direct lineage, only one person remains alive. Aside from Marshal Shen Xi, who was posthumously honored after dying in service, the other three senior generals all met these criteria.]

The moment that comment appeared, the discussion section exploded again.

[My eyes are crying—someone please tell me this isn’t real.]

[It’s real. If you’ve got elderly veterans in your family, go ask them. I already did. Now I’m lying in bed—my grandpa said if I’m judging General Shen’s granddaughter, he’ll break my legs.]

[Hahaha, you guys are really going all out for the drama.]

[Stop laughing—it’s true. My grandpa has Alzheimer’s. I mentioned Golden Gun Generals, and now he’s packing his bags, saying he’s going to fight alongside General Shen.]

[God… I’m actually starting to side with Jiang Huashan.]

The online comments completely covered the video feed. In just fifteen minutes since the trial began, public opinion had already begun to tilt.

Inside the courtroom, however, no one knew that the outside world was in chaos. The legal battle continued.

Unable to produce evidence to refute her claim, the prosecution shifted focus back to the brutality of the killings.

“Your Honor, members of the jury, the severity of this case lies in the fact that A Country has banned firearms for a hundred years. The defendant knowingly broke the law. Witnesses at the scene reported that gunshots continued for over an hour, leading nearby residents to believe it was a terrorist attack.”

Jiang Huashan: “Objection. Your Honor, members of the jury—I do not believe my actions were particularly heinous. I was saving people. If doing good deeds isn’t even worthy of praise, then who would dare to do good in the future?”

Prosecutor: “Not all crimes can be concealed by good intentions. The public sees clearly—and so does the law. Even after the eight victims had completely lost their ability to resist, the defendant continued to execute them with gunfire. Forensic reports show that one victim alone had as many as nineteen wounds. This goes far beyond the scope of ‘rescuing people.’ It appears more like venting personal anger and seeking stimulation.”

“In the video, the defendant also repeatedly encouraged another victim to shoot. Even after that person explicitly refused, she still guided her hand in committing the act. This behavior directly contradicts her claim of saving people. It does not align with the logic of a normal person.”

Lawyer Chen lifted his gaze, the gold lenses of his glasses catching a glint of light. Among the jurors was a psychological counselor. Given Jiang Huashan’s current state, using a “split personality” defense likely wouldn’t work. But something about the prosecution’s stance felt off—almost as if they were deliberately setting a trap, especially with their emphasis on “normal behavior.”

“Jiang—”

Sensing something wrong, Lawyer Chen stood up to warn her.

But before he could finish, Jiang Huashan moved instantly. Her expression changed in a flash as she glared coldly at the prosecutor and pointed straight at him.

“You call eight rapists ‘victims’? And you dare compare them to real victims? Even if you’re trying to uphold your so-called justice, the least you could do is act like human beings!”

The courtroom froze.

The prosecutor was stunned. Even Lawyer Chen stared at her in disbelief.

In court, each case is treated independently. Referring to those eight men as “victims” based on the case file was technically correct. But with a single sentence, Jiang Huashan had redefined them—casting the prosecution as sympathizing with rapists.

That alone could create emotional resistance in both the judge and jury toward the prosecution’s arguments.

The prosecutor had never encountered such an “unprofessional” defendant. Furious, he snapped:

“Defendant, this trial concerns the shooting case in the shantytown. Our terminology is based on the case materials—”

Jiang Huashan raised a hand to cut him off.

“No need to explain. Your justice is not my justice. We walk different paths and cannot work together.”

“…”

Only then did the prosecutor realize he had fallen into her trap. He quickly adjusted his approach.

“Defendant, do not evade the issue. Respond directly to the prosecution’s charges.”

Jiang Huashan lifted her gaze lazily toward him, her expression turning serious.

“Your Honor, members of the jury—let me ask you this:”

“Do you believe that a sixteen-year-old girl, even if armed, would certainly defeat eight vicious adult men with clear intent to commit violence?”