What's wrong with this lawyer?!

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I've blocked so many phone numbers on my phone that I've lost count, and each time they call me with a new number...

Checking the time, it should be Tang's time to drink water. I walked to the office door, knocked, and got no response. When I pushed the door open, I was stunned, Tang was lying there, unconscious.

"Director, director, Lawyer Tang has fainted!"

What? Old Wang inside ran out like a shot. This is Tengda's billboard figure—no matter what... even if Old Song bites the dust, Tang Fangjing can't go down!

One Tang Fangjing is worth more than a hundred Old Songs.

Old Wang entered the office, touched Tang Fangjing's forehead, which was burning hot.

"Quick, quick, call for emergency services!"

Wang Qingqing went to make the call, and at this moment Old Song also came in, his face grave, "How is it? Can he really not hold on anymore?"

The fellow is in the late stages of cancer. It was known from the moment he joined that this day would come, just didn't expect it to come so... cough, so late.

Back then they said it had spread through his whole body, and yet he bounded around for three more years, got stabbed with a knife, hit by a dump truck, and even got kicked ...

"Right now we're not sure, but it doesn't look good."

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw Tang Fangjing opening his eyes.

"What are you guys looking at? Can't a man even catch a nap at work these days?" Old Tang said, looking perplexed.

Old Wang: "..."

He's the only one in the law firm that can make slacking off at work sound so awesome, and the problem is, they can't even reprimand him. Stay tuned for updates on empire

Ignoring these, Old Wang hurriedly asked, "So you were asleep?"

"What else could it be? Wait, did you guys think I was gone?" Old Tang then asked.

"Just now you did look rather off, and your head was hot." Old Song spoke up.

"It's nothing, I can live another five hundred years, don't worry, I'm fine."

After several explanations and a promise to go to the hospital later, Old Wang and Old Song finally left the office.

Left alone in the office, Old Tang touched his head, feeling somewhat alarmed. This skill was great but too draining; he couldn't even last ten minutes now.

But, he should have remembered everything according to the rules.

He quickly tried to recall, but his mind was blank. What's going on, is the system playing with me?

Then, Old Tang saw the system panel in front of him suddenly displaying the content he had viewed before, and moreover, it could actually search for specific content according to his thoughts.

His mind wasn't completely empty, there was still a little something.

But this so-called Photographic Memory looked more like the scanning feature of a system panel ...

This was nothing like the grand Photographic Memory he had imagined!

However, looking at the content that could be stored and accessed, Old Tang shook his head, after all, having something was better than nothing.

It seemed this was how the system always worked; he should have expected Photographic Memory to turn out like this ...

But from now on, wouldn't the system panel serve as another notebook without the skill activated, appearing right before him, available to see and remember at any time ...

Old Tang suddenly felt that he might seem even more pretentious in the future, fighting lawsuits completely off-script?

The skill's duration was too short, probably because his own mental strength wasn't strong enough. He needed to train properly.

As time slowly passed, on a suitable day to file an appeal, Old Tang brought the appeal document to Guangming District Court, the appeal had to pass the review of the court of first instance.

He hadn't noticed when reviewing the judgment before, but the first-instance judge turned out to be Wang Xiangnan, whom he had met before. What a coincidence.

Of course, Wang Xiangnan knew Old Tang. He took the appeal and started reading it, becoming completely dumbfounded as he continued.

"An intentional injury case, and you're filing an appeal on the grounds of a misjudgment, requesting it be recognized as intentional homicide? Lawyer Tang, are you sure it's intentional homicide? Does the defendant know?"

Old Tang nodded, "The defendant and his family are aware, just take a look at my reasoning."

Wang Xiangnan controlled his temper and read on, and the more he read, the more his mind was blown.

A criminal case, and you can play it like this?

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