MWC – Chapter 119 Public Opinion

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Husky Inn

From behind a one-way mirror, Lu Ming watched young Renault and lawyer Richard in the interrogation room.

Richard, likely over sixty years old, appeared to be a very dignified and charming old man, extremely amiable, with a magnetic voice that exuded a sense of calm and reliability.

Young Renault, on the other hand, sat obediently like a child beside him.

Gao Shinian and a police officer were recording young Renault’s statement, with the deputy prosecutor personally taking notes—a high level of treatment.

However, everything was fine except when it came to the murders mentioned in the statements of other thugs, where young Renault would always respond that he couldn’t remember what he was doing at that time.

Next to Lu Ming, Jordan frowned.

Booker’s statement mentioned that young Renault’s bedroom contained many victims’ brain matter. The task force immediately applied for a search warrant but found nothing.

“Mr. Renault, do you have amnesia? Selective memory loss? Please cooperate with our investigation; otherwise, it won’t be good for you!” Gao Shinian finally lost his patience and slammed the table, but immediately, the gray-haired old man glanced in his direction, causing Gao Shinian to feel a sudden chill.

The old man smiled, “My client is very cooperative. He is telling the truth. Inspector Gao, as you said, you think he has selective amnesia, right?”

“It was just a metaphor!” Gao Shinian closed the notebook, “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Renault!” Further questioning yielded no results.

From behind the one-way mirror, Lu Ming watched the old man and young Renault leave the interrogation room, pondering.

Zhang Xianhe was surprised, “Aren’t you going to announce his arrest immediately?” Even without Renault’s confession, the statements from the captured thugs were enough to prosecute him for participating in the White Rose organization’s clan killings.

Lu Ming waved his hand and told Cantona, “Wait until he gets home, then announce his formal arrest.”

They had already made a big fuss going to young Renault’s house to invite him back to assist with the investigation.

However, the media attention wasn’t too intense yet, so only a few reporters managed to get there in time to take photos and report.

Now, though, outside the police station, the prosecutor’s office, and the Renault family estate, reporters were likely swarming.

Thus, arresting him at home and bringing him back in handcuffs would negatively impact young Renault’s image.

More importantly, it would also be a heavy blow to Renault Pictures.

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Young Renault’s involvement in the extremist organization’s serial killings and his subsequent arrest and formal indictment by the prosecutor’s office became a bombshell, making headlines across all news media.

Even the emerging women’s magazine “New Life” paid attention to the case.

However, young Renault was soon released on bail with the judge’s approval. After returning home, he gave a sincere statement to the press on his lawn, declaring his innocence and vowing to prove it in court. He also pointed out that the special office of the prosecutor’s office was highly unprofessional, managed by a lawyer who had previously sued his father because one of the lawyer’s clients had an argument and a scuffle at a restaurant owned by the Renault family, ultimately slipping on spilled coffee.

For this, the lawyer sent a legal letter to his father, threatening to demand a hefty compensation for his client.

Such an unethical lawyer had become the head of the prosecutor’s office handling cases.

“I am ashamed to live in such an East Sea.”

Under the flashing magnesium lights, young Renault looked like a pitiful girl, completely fitting the image of a harmless noble young man.

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Room 302, Husky Inn. Lu Ming shook his head as he listened.

Next to him, Han Annie was reading him the major Western newspapers, translating them into Chinese.

Almost all the Western newspapers were attacking Lu Ming.

They even dug up his background, labeling him a new immigrant who had been in East Sea for less than a year.

Some insinuated that Lu Ming might be an unidentified fugitive, among other accusations.

In court, this lawyer was notorious for his outrageous statements and had once been publicly humiliated by the chief judge of Beiguan.

Lu Ming understood that old Renault was trying to tarnish his reputation.

It seemed like a paid press release, completely ignoring his successes.

For example, in business.

Old Renault must have done a thorough investigation into him. At the very least, some things couldn’t be hidden.

Like being the licensed holder of several companies in China, or making substantial money from patent transfers.

But these positive, inspiring stories were evidently left out of the reports.

Instead, the articles all questioned his character and fairness, portraying him as an unscrupulous lawyer willing to do anything to win a case.

Listening to Han Annie’s crisp, enjoyable reading, Lu Ming glanced at her helplessly, “Annie, I’m so good to you, and it turns out you’re happiest when you’re cursing me!”

Han Annie looked surprised, “You asked me to translate, and I translated every word accurately.”

Lu Ming pondered, thinking he should transfer his licenses of those Chinese companies to someone else, as they were too conspicuous.

Now, with a different status than when he started, he could afford to hide his wealth.

“How’s your mother doing? I haven’t had time to visit her,” Lu Ming asked.

Han Annie bit her red lips. You haven’t visited, but you send things every day, making my muddleheaded mom so happy. She always talks about you when we call. In her eyes, I’m almost as valuable as a bun giveaway, and you’re her darling.

Seeing Lu Ming’s slightly tired face, she didn’t say this aloud.

After some thought, Han Annie said, “No matter how much young Renault argues, he will be sentenced, right? There are so many witnesses, so once he’s in prison, the criticisms against you will naturally disappear.”

Lu Ming scratched his head, “In theory, yes. But I want to charge him as a principal offender, just like Booker. They are both planners of the actions, with young Renault also providing financial support. So, like Booker and those violent thugs, he should be on the gallows.”

Han Annie was stunned, her eyebrows furrowed. That would be much more challenging.

“Booker’s statement is also strange. It mentions young Renault’s perverted behavior of collecting victims’ brain matter, but admits all actions were his planning.” Han Annie was puzzled.

Lu Ming smiled, “You’re very smart. That’s the biggest mystery.”

“It would be great to find those brain matters!” Han Annie sighed softly.

Lu Ming thought to himself that it might not necessarily be a good thing but didn’t say it aloud.

He picked up the thick case files on the table.

This time, over fifty people were being prosecuted, including more than thirty White Rose organization thugs and over twenty suspects who assisted and participated in their crimes, such as orphanage staff and those who facilitated the kidnappings and murders of beggars.

He had meticulously reviewed each defendant’s evidence chain and advised the prosecutors on many additions.

The main focus remained on the charges against Booker and young Renault.

He wondered who Booker’s defense lawyer would be.

Would they cover for young Renault or solely defend Booker?

This would significantly impact the prosecution’s strategy.